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hecohansen31 · 5 years

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Gurl if you got more ideas for them please dish! Lol that's my request, just more of that, whatever your ideas are for them lol

(A/N): Hello sweetie!

I know that I have already started a story about those two, but hey… I literally wrote this supernatural AU (although I don’t know if this could be properly called AU, since Roman is already a supernatural being) a few months ago and it was supposed to be about an OC insert (so if you see Heco, sorry it’s reader) and it was supposed to be actually MichaelxReaderXIvar… but I feel like Roman is just more fitting, so…

I really hope that you’ll enjoy it and if you like this verse please let me know because I literally finished the first chapter of the other fanfic I was working on so I will be working on the smutty continue of this…

Thank you, again for your support lovelY!

(Also I am tagging @walkxthexmoon, since she expressed her love for it, if you want to be tagged into something else… let me know!).

Also, since it is implied but not explained: Ivar is a werewolf, whereas Roman is a vampire (actually a “upir” but both Ivar and Reader tease him calling him “vampire” so I am here doing the same thing!).

WARNINGS: Bad Friends (I literally have to say that each time I am wirting about shitty friends I am like “No, my friends are not like this”, and then they make something… and I am like “this is karma for being assholes), Bitchy Reader, Heavy Flirting and Mentions of Sex and Threesomes.

She couldn’t help but feel a bit betrayed when her friends had sent her into that demonic village, as a birthday gift.

She was almost wondering if they hated her that much

(Was it the fact that she was more successful than them, or the fact that she was the only single one of the group, ruining with her mere presence the life of all its components…).

Because there was no way that journey was a vacation, it was absolutely a punishment of some kind, starting from the fact that her freaking car had stopped working an hour before arriving to the hotel, on a full bus, with her heavy luggage.

She was supposed to spend a weekend as a single lady with her newly broken-up best friend, except…

Except her ex-boyfriend appeared a few days ago, proposing to her and basically blowing off her plans.

If you could call “plans” something which had been thrown on your way.

She still regretted all the books she might have received, instead of being sent in this shithole.

She didn’t mean to judge a book from the cover, or better by the shitty phone reception, and the shitty appearance of the hotel where she was staying for two nights and three days and the shitty shops.

She hoped she might find some kind of bookshop… because that’s where she hoped to spend the days… although there were a lot of bar and liquor shops, maybe people liked to get drunk enough to forget about this shithole.

No, she wouldn’t be judging, not even as it started raining just when she stepped off the bus and reached hurryingly the hotel, almost slamming herself on the closed door, that thank God gave out under a little pressure, allowing her inside and in the warmth of the hall, for which she was thankful.

She spent a few minutes trying to recollect herself and thanking whatever make-up goddess, she hadn’t worn any, alongside collecting from her bag the vacation’s document and her wallet.

She approached the receptionist, a man, bigger than her of a few good inches, and turned around fixing some documents, till she coughed, more because of the cold she had been in than anything else, gaining his attention, or better a very pissed glare.

She almost though about fleeing the scene and checking the buses station, but the glare dissipated as soon as he took her in: she was sure she looked a mess enough to pray for his pity.

-Well… it is raining outside, isn’t it? – he mused almost shyly, immediately leaning on the table of the reception hall, almost as if to be closer to her, making her squeak lightly and in response her social anxiety kicked in, making her shove her folder with the payments and bookings in his face.

He smiled, with his shining blue eyes, taking (very gently for a man of his stature) the documents and setting down his eyes on them, and she almost whined to be robbed of those two spots of ocean, but she tried again just to readjust her appearance, wanting to seem calm and at ease, although she hated doing anything that remotely made her have contact with strangers.

-(Y/N) (L/N)? – he asked and she had to stop herself from saluting him as a freaking soldier, but the voice raspy and rough made him seem like someone who wanted everyone to stand at attention when he spoke to them, so she tried her best, although staring right into the ocean was a bit scary -… but I don’t see any Annie Howin, are you waiting for her? -.

Here came the hard part: explaining her friend had balled out of this “magical adventure” and if she could use a single room, instead of a double…

-… nope…- she almost wanted to slap herself for the childish expression, but the guy looked at her wolfish, clearly amused by the way she had rolled the word, which made her blush (wasn’t it too warm here? Or was she just burning from embarrassment?) -… you see… we were supposed to spend a weekend as singles…-

-You are,,, single?- he seemed almost surprised by the way she said it, but she tried not to mind the comment too much, spitting out the discourse she had rehearsed for two days.

-… but her ex-boyfriend came back in town and… he proposed…-

-… and she accepted? – he commented as if they were in some kind of cheap telenovela, bringing a smile on her lips, while his own mimicked it in a smirk, a very sensual smirk (part of her thought it was the one lovers offered when they were teasing the other, as if humoring them but also trying to get them out of the shyness shell).

-Yep- again the childish expression and again the wolf-like smirk, which honesty made her wonder if his teeth were freaking sharp or it was just an impression -… and after he cheated on her… the dude kind of sucks…-

-Well, he must have other talents- the innuendos made her start out a laugh, mostly because of the absurdity of the situation: shy little (Y/N) gossiping with a gorgeous receptionist, who seemed into her.

(Key-word: “seemed”, she was pretty sure he was just flirty by nature, with those good looks and arms that could carry her everywhere, no she wasn’t totally imagining herself clinging at them, meanwhile he whispered naughty things, before dropping her to their shared bed…).

-I don’t know, I wasn’t the one he cheated her with…- and then she went back to the straight discourse, gaining a little laugh from the receptionist -… so she is not coming… and I am all by myself…-.

She didn’t meant to appear that pathetic, but it must have seemed that way to the guy, who rose his head, as if his ears could stand at attention as a well-trained dog, before giving her a sultry look and in that moment she remembered how stuck to her body her clothing was, nothing too transparent but… she was definitely vulnerable and that guy was checking her out as a piece of meat.

But not in the “sexual harassment” way, the “I really want you in my bed” way, and she was sure she was just mistaking the signs.

She was not ugly, but not a boy magnet: she just eased the “feminist who won’t put up with your shit” attitude, and it didn’t help to have social anxiety and shyness.

-So, you are all alone in a wedding suite… that’s honestly sad…- he mumbled but he didn’t seem sad for her, he was still leaning, and although his head was at the same level of her cleavage he was being a gentleman and still staring at her eyes.

-Yep, that’s why I would like to change it to a single: wedding suite is definitely too big for me…-.

-Sorry, lovely- she almost jumped at the nickname but he just smiled at her sweetly, letting the flirty persona behind -… we can’t change, but I am sure you will find the wedding suite to your liking, it is one of our best-.

Oh, just her luck.

She must have shown her disgust on her face (not a difficult thing, since she couldn’t hide anything) because he smiled apologetically to her:

-I swear it is a lot better than it looks, and we have warm water-

-But no wi-fi- she mumbled sadly at the sign on the window.

He scratched his head nervously, nodding.

-That sucks absolutely, but you can find an amazing wi-fi connection at “Shiny Moon”, it’s a bar near here, if you want, I can accompany you later-.

She seriously was flattered by the offer, but she didn’t know this guy and although he had been a gentleman (still sending her a few glance that made her feel hot and bothered, but maybe she was imagining them) she didn’t want trouble, mostly with hunks.

-Thank you, but I am sure I will find it, also I wouldn’t want to disrupt your work- she tried to push the “don’t want to bother you” excuse and he clearly didn’t believe it, but nodded as if he was used to that rejection and she thought for a moment to tell him, that maybe he…

But a beautiful blond-haired woman appeared catching the receptionist’s attention.

-Ivar! – she shouted, the name probably written on the little thing on the man’s tight t-shirt, which she couldn’t read because her glasses were a mess.

Ivar didn’t seem happy to be called and (Y/N) honestly didn’t get why: the woman looked like she came straight from a Swedish version of “Sports Illustrated”, definitely a model, who had unluckily chosen a shitty hotel.

-The water in my room isn’t working- she didn’t acknowledge (Y/N) as soon as she stepped near the receptionist table, locking eyes with Ivar, who turned his head down, avoiding categorically her gaze, but grunting a “ok” -… it needs to be fixated immediately, so come to my room-.

The last part of the quote seemed a clear invitation and it was what made Ivar snap, turning around abruptly and sending a glare at the woman, before recognizing her presence and softening his grim grin.

She didn’t know why, probably for empathy, but she smiled straight back at her, before coughing to make the rude model acknowledge her presence and whisper, trying to appear sultry.

-Ivar was minding my case, give him five minutes and he will solve your problem…- she wanted to add “your attitude problem” but she didn’t dare, already having said much more than the model expected, from her smiling face which sent her way a venomously sweet smile, nodding.

She didn’t answer to her, just turning to Ivar again and mumbling in a languid voice.

-Be swift, I don’t think it can wait much longer-.

Ivar just nodded, eyes fixed on the desk, and raising just when (Y/N) whispered a “she is gone”.

-She is a…- he tried to mumble, clearly numbing his rage to her benefit, meanwhile she shot him a compassionate look.

-Some people should just get a kick in their beautifully shaped butt- she mumbled and laughed honestly, as if releasing all the tension, something which was truly heartwarming for her, and made her smile to him as genuinely as she could do.

-I mean I would, but I am scared it would get just stuck there…- he made her laugh brightly and for a moment she thought about how embarrassing she must have sounded: nobody liked her voice or her laugh, too high-pitched, childish and definitely creepy but he looked at her as if she had just told him she was the freaking Virgin Mary, before turning around and catching a key.

-I am supposed to photocopy your document, but since you seem pretty cold and have dealt with an assholish receptionist, I’d say you can go to your room and warm up, it should be done by now- he put the key in her hands, reaching out for the physical contact.

He could have thrown them at her, made them dangle in front of her, but he straight up waited for her to offer her hands, gently putting the keys into them, covering them with his: that freaking contact was not accidental.

But she enjoyed the warmness of his hands, smiling thankfully at him, before trying to take everything in her hands.

And just when she was going for the elevator, she felt herself being called out.

-I know you might already know, because Fredys gave it out, but I am Ivar-.

She got into the elevator and she faced him smiling brightly before offering her hands as if she could grip his.

-I am (Y/N), but I think the documents gave it away-

-… unless they are fake, (Y/N) a pretty common name…- he made her laugh so easily she forgot to push the button, thankfully somebody else called the elevator and she made it in time just to smile at him and start her phrase.

-Strangest…-

-… parents- she mumbled meanwhile she reached her number, forty-eight, she low key liked it and the place looked much nicer inside, the old style that made everything seem “vintage” although it was a step from destroying itself, which might happen with her luck.

The key actually worked and she slipped swiftly inside the room, smiling at the clean smell and the warmth of it: a shower and a change of clothes would do her good, but firstly she moved around the room to check everything was alright and was surprised to find out how luxurious it actually looked, with even a bathtub, with hydromassage and a long plump bed where you could roll around in silk sheets.

The architecture was old and there was the much hated and anti-hygienic moquette, alongside with a horrible fantasy on it but everything looked in a classy way, much better than the motel she expected to find and much more than for what she had paid for her.

The place didn’t cost too much, according to her last research but it looked like it was worth every penny, if you ignored the fact that it was in the middle of nowhere with no wi-fi.

It was perfect if you looked for the perfect place for a “Shining” replica.

She tried to focus on positive thoughts, such as the fact that she shower water was immediately warm and she was happy to sing a little meanwhile relaxing her tights muscles from carrying her luggage every freaking where.

She then blow-dried her hair with the hair-drier that was there working perfectly, meanwhile slipping in a more comfortable attire: she had mostly short dresses, since she thought she would be out partying, a few sweater and her beloved high-waisted skinny jeans but she had managed to slip some ugly leggings and an old ruined university sweater.

It was barely three p.m. but she was tired for the long journey, which should have been a very short one, but the breaking of her car didn’t help (she had thought for a moment it was a sign that she should have just gone back home); she had had to deal with the police, coming to help her.

She had thought that maybe luck would be on her side, when she saw the bus coming on her way.

Unluckily the freaking bus journey sucked, so… she was tired AF and the cheap reality show she had chosen didn’t help and she ended up falling asleep on the plush bed, mumbling something about how bitchy bridesmaids could be…

She woke up because something on her head was vibrating and scared her into thinking about a possible earthquake, but it was just her phone.

It was Annie, from whom she had missed five calls and thousands of messages.

But she was so tired, that she actually thought about not answering her back and going back to Tom Hardy’s muscled arms.

(She had dreamt for a minute about the reception boy… Ivar… but it low key felt wrong; he wouldn’t definitely be involved into the situation she was dreaming, alongside the fact that it would be low key disgraceful to see him and blush after what she had seen in her dream).

-Hey Annie… I was sleeping- she even yawned, trying to tell her friend to make it quick.

They had never really been best-friends, forever competitors in everything and at the social level it seemed Annie was winning.

-Thank God you answered! I was getting worried…- she mumbled, clearly chewing her lips, she was also probably staring at her elegant diamond ring, part of (Y/N) wanted to tell her it was as small as her boyfriend’s dick, or so the rumors said, but she had stopped herself from doing anything, she had just “awed” stupidly alongside her other friends, when Annie had shown it to them (the ring, not her boyfriend’s dick)-… did you arrive? -.

-Yeah- and she watched her watch, apparently it was late enough that she might have missed her dinner, because of her little nap and outside it was pretty dark.

She put her friend on speaker, trying to put on a decent outfit, nothing too much to go to the “Shiny Moon”, which she highly hoped wasn’t some kind of exclusive club or a strip-club, because she had no intention to stick her tired body in a skirt, so she ended up in her comfortable jeans and an even more comfortable sweater.

-… so I am still sorry, but I felt like me and Gerry had to have our space and time, after the proposal… did I tell you he took me out to the “Sinatra”…- the most expensive place in their hometown, Heco remembered how it was something Annie always wished to do, and she was low key happy her friend could cross that off the list.

-Oh, it’s beautiful! – she commented, grabbing in her hand the sheer lace of her mini-black dress, the sexiest dress she owned and definitely the one she used to go out to clubs, but she immediately put outfit down, not feeling confident enough for that look -Hope you two had fun! -.

-I hope you will, too, (Y/N), is the room nice? -she asked, quitting the chipping about everything else.

-Oh, yeah, I have a jacuzzi- she heard her friend “owww” and mumble “maybe I should have come” -… and I am going out to get wi-fi, that’s why I haven’t been answering your messages because my 3G is not working so well…-.

-Yeah, I can’t hear you well…- mumbled Annie, but this didn’t discourage her from keeping up the conversation meanwhile (Y/N) adjusted her head in a high ponytail -… so I was thinking about the maid of honor: my sister or my cousin? -.

She low key didn’t expect to be the maid of honor, but not even being considered?

They hadn’t been best friends but (Y/N) had tried to play the part, remembering her friend’s birthday and gifting her lavish gifts, consoling her when asshole Gerry had left her and helping her build her confidence.

Annie had always left (Y/N) behind, after she was alright, and (Y/N) had been ok with that, she had stopped expecting people to do something for her, but still, it stung…

And to avoid confrontation, she started making horrible sounds and stumbling on her words as if she was seriously having a shitty phone reception, hearing Annie trying to scream and give up in the end, telling her to call her when the phone reception would get better.

She threw the phone on the bed, huffing and breathing heavily before adjusting elegantly her appearance and attempt to go out.

She stalked the reception hall and found a woman instead of Ivar: a beautiful blonde woman who seriously made her wonder if everyone there was a model.

She chatted a bit, asking for directions for the “Shiny Moon”, meanwhile the woman photocopied her ID, but clearly as disinterested as Ivar had been flirty.

She thanked the woman and adjusting her light coat she moved outside.

It was November and it was definitely cold but not as cold as in some other states: the sweater and the coat kept her warm for the ten-minutes-journey to the “Shiny Moon” a dark and grimy place.

Still from the window she saw that there were many people dressed just like her, just with their computers or chatting up.

She entered and although the main colors of the club were golden and black, in a very tacky assemble that mixed a sex-club with a diner, the atmosphere was peaceful, alongside almost empty.

She sat at the bar stool, immediately making eye contact with a pretty girl of her age.

-Hi, welcome to the “Shiny Moon”! What can I get you? – her voice was emotionless although she showed off a smart smirk.

-Whatever can get me the wi-fi password?- she asked, trying to get straight to the point and gaining a sincere smile from the girl, who took a little piece of paper and offered it to her, before asking if that was all.

-Can I get a menu if I am not too late for dinner? – she asked, feeling her stomach grumble miserably, since she had avoided lunch.

-You are lucky, the kitchen is open for another hour and in the meanwhile can I bring you some kind of drink? – she said, putting out a white notebook and offering a plastic menu.

-Oh…- she didn’t know what to say -… coca cola? -.

-With rum? – added the girl, smiling at her teasingly and making her blush.

-No, no alcohol- she liked alcohol, but only when she knew she would make a fool of himself between people who did know her, not a strange grimy place, where she knew nobody, although if they looked all like models she could make an exception -… I need to go back on my own, so…-.

-If you can wait till my turn is over, I can accompany you- offered the girl she had just met and this brightened (Y/N)’s heart, but also she didn’t understand why a stranger might offer her help, after a few minutes of knowing.

-Oh, no I don’t want to bother you- she mumbled, using again the excuse she loved, since she constantly felt like a bother for everyone, even strangers she just met in a bar.

-Oh no bother, sweetie- the girl cheered sweetly -Us girls must stick together-.

And she sent a wink her way, worsening her blush, but she was immediately distracted by a blonde ghost appearing beside her.

-What have I said about talking with clients, Destiny? We have a full night.. we have no time to…- and then she met the ghost bluish-green eyes -… well I think I can make a little time for you, doll-.

Ivar adjusted the hydraulic tools back again on their shelf, fixing his appearance.

He had managed to avoid Fredys’ advances this time, although he hadn’t minded the flirty attitude of the new guest.

It wasn’t a typically flirty, more like he was the one doing all the flirty parts and she was just batting her long eyelashes, smiling shyly and worst of all: her freaking hips…

They looked like a freaking goddess’ hips, large and he wanted to see them in his hands, meanwhile he pushed them down on the bed, reassuring her with kisses on them.

Shit, the little girlie had done just a few steps in his direction and he wanted to bed her already, something he couldn’t do, but still nothing made him avoid the pleasure of making her blush and maybe if he played his cards right he would get to feel those hips.

He had a serious problem, worse than Hvitserk and food.

Talking about Hvitserk, he was coming up the stairs just when Ivar was going down on them, swiftly.

-Oh, hello there! – saluted him cheerily his brother, meanwhile he stopped alongside Ivar -Going out? -.

-Yep, I am going out for a few shots at the “Shiny Mood”, want to come? – he proposed.

-Sadly not, me and Ubbe have clan thing to do, but maybe I can join you later…- he knew he had lost the faith of his brothers and it hurt every time they reminded him of that but he tried to rein in his anger.

-Ok, have fun at the clan meeting- he tried not to sound bitter, but he knew he had failed when Hvitserk failed to keep his own straight face.

-You know we would absolutely love for you to be here with us, but… the clan is still not trusting you…- and he patted on his younger brother’s back -… you’ll be back soon-.

-I hope- he mumbled closing the conversation, and moving down the stairs, meanwhile his brother stuck there, but got a last look from Ivar -Oh… and we have a new guest, room forty-eight, she is mine, don’t try anything funny-.

If with Ivar, the flirting was strangely comical and harmless, with the green-eyed bartender she felt dangerously exposed even in her turtleneck and her full fitting jeans.

-Just cola, so, beautiful? – she just nodded, avoiding the bartender’s gaze.

Men weren’t usually that blunt with her and not having the control made her feel definitely vulnerable.

-… Destiny you can go to deal with other clients, I got this one- he ordered to the gentle girl and (Y/N) shot her a glance as if to ask her not to leave her with the hot bartender.

But the girl just sent her a sorry glance, before moving off to the other clients.

-You are new in town- it wasn’t a question, but she still nodded again, just to feel a hand under her chin, gently raising it up so that her ink eyes could meet the bluish and greenish of the bartender, who sweetly stare into her making her feel as if she was showing him her soul.

And she was thankful he liked what he saw.

-Much better, doll, look at me in the face while we speak, you have pretty eyes and even a prettier mouth-.

-I have never been told that- she mumbled but kept her eyes up.

-Oh, what a shame- he replied, moving his hand, which was still resting on her chin, to her hair, caressing her as if she was some kind of dog, something which made her roll her eyes but also lean into the touch -… women like you need to be cherished each day-.

-Aren’t you the flatterer…- she mumbled and he laughed sensually, dropping his head and turning around, thing that made her almost drop a whine, being robbed of the beauty, but he came back immediately, with her drink, and exactly like Ivar, he handed it to her with extreme physical contact, thing that made her almost wink at him.

-Just the truth, lovely mystery lady- he replied, before dropping on his elbows so he could stare at her at the same height, making her blush and cough out her cola.

-You didn’t tell me anything about yourself also, mysterious bartender- she sassed him and it got a pretty smile and an hand offered to her.

-Roman- and she accepted it, offering her own name.

-(Y/N)-.

-Pretty strange name, (Y/N) look more like a tequila girl- he humored her making her cackle a laugh.

-I do like tequila, but I am in the middle of nowhere and I don’t want to be kicked out of my single night out-.

-Ohh… single night out…- Michael almost whistled, clearly focused more on the single part than the ladies night -We host a thousand of ladies night, but don’t they involve another friend? - .

-Didn’t I tell you I am nothing like ordinary? – she said, with a bitter smile, drinking her sorrows away in the sugary drink -My last single friend got engaged a few days before, so I am all out of single friends, that was why I was trying to talk Destiny to join my night out… you literally ruined my night-.

-Oh, did I? – and he did a thing with his tongue that made her almost faint.

-Yeah, you are obviously not a single lady- she mumbled, trying to regain the upper hand in the conversation.

-I am not a lady- he appointed -… but I am single, sweetheart-.

And the hand was back on her cheek, coaxing her nearer, till she felt somebody occupying the bar sit next to her…

-…well I am single too, so can I join the single train? -.

Shit, flirty! Ivar was back again.

Roman had had a tough night, a full night at the “Shiny Moo” and Roman had wandered off, meanwhile Destiny was chatting up clients, making others wait, and he had immediately moved to tell her to move her ass, till he saw the pretty girl she was talking to.

Clearly the type of girl who didn’t care to walk in a bar in simple clothes and she still managed to be the most stunning girl in there, and she was just wearing jeans, jeans that looked like they were painted on her perky butt, and a mickey mouse sweater, he honestly thought looked deviously innocent.

Part of her looked like she could have just come out of a fairy tale books, but the way she talked and once the shyness went away… she seemed to come out straight from an erotic novel, the well written kind.

She honestly made his night better.

Ivar, a little less.

The fact that they wanted to bring the same girl in their beds made it… interesting.

-Hello there, lovely, saw you found the “Shiny Moon”-.

The girl smiled more at ease, than with him; Ivar was a people-charmer, whereas Roman was more sensual and the girl looked like she was entirely scared by her sexuality.

So, Ivar clearly had the advantage, but Roman knew how to get everybody on their knees for him.

-… yeah, I mean I am not amazing with directions, but this place is basically in front of the hotel so…-.

-So, you are staying at the old “Kattegat”? – asked Roman, trying to get more info than Ivar, also because he was honestly mesmerized by the girl, utterly smitten and curious to know more.

-Yeah, just for the weekend- and then she moved her little chin to Ivar, smiling slightly and asking -Oh by the way the room is beautiful-.

Ivar looked like a puppy who got a treat after the compliment he had received, nodding immediately meanwhile he mumbled lowly a few words.

-… that place might seem a terrible on the outside, but believe me, it’s very much worse inside, alongside the fact that his owners are all assholes- replied Roman, wanting her eyes back on him and getting them, alongside a shocked expression and a grunt from Ivar, which was immediately suppressed by something that said “do you want war? I will bring it to you”.

-People only come here for the free wi-fi- replied swiftly the other man, sparking a little fight.

And immediately (Y/N) came between those two, touching Ivar’s chest.

-Woah woah… your places are equally broken on the outside, but they are prettier on the inside, and yeah the wi-fi bonus is amazing- she laughed lightly, but her intention was clear: she wanted no riot or brawl in there, cocking an eyebrow at Roman, in a little show of dominance.

He, instead, licked his lips, a little aroused by a girl that could handle two extremely territorial males, without and ounce of fear; Ivar was thinking the same, looking at the hand on his chest with wide eyes.

-You are definitely all over men’s bullshit- mumbled attentively Roman, making her drop her hand from Ivar, who looked a few minutes from crying for the loss.

-Oh, all over every person’s bullshit, but you men are just the absolute worst- she laughed timidly, before downing again her drink, as she tried to avoid thinking about the two men looking at her smugly and intensively.

“Well you are lucky, we are not men, sweetie” that’s what he wanted to tell her, but seeing through all the confidence she was faking, that she was pretty shy, it wasn’t the time to tell her they were supernatural beings.

Although she seemed smart to figure that out on her own.

-… men disappointed you, lovely? – Ivar asked, tried to sound compassionate, meanwhile he adjusted himself on the stool, probably because of his legs bothering him.

-It’s just…-.

-Are you a lesbian? – asked again Ivar and Roman sent him a death glare, knowing perfectly from the adorable blush she was wearing that they had just burned a chance to talk with her.

-No, I mean girls are beautiful, but not interested into them, although maybe I should, men are…-.

-… the worst- mumbled Roman, sending a straight up glare at Ivar, as if to let the sweetheart know that he was indeed “the worst”.

Ivar clearly looked embarrassed by the way she mumbled back, and moved near to get her attention, offering and half-hearted apology, helped by his sweet and dramatic blue eyes.

-Sorry, didn’t mean…-.

-Don’t worry- she mumbled leaning towards him -… a lot of people assumed it the same: no dates, no guys out of my house and I frighten every boy who comes my way-.

She tried to laugh it off but Roman could find how much it actually pained her: the loneliness and the sadness made her feel as if she was not enough.

But she was so so much more than enough and sweet, and she had already two men courting her.

-They were all boys to be frightened by such a pretty and powerful girl- replied Ivar, immediately gaining points by the pretty compliments, she leaned back into him, not enough to touch but… Ivar helped the contact by putting a hand over her shoulders, making her blush even more and sending Roman a winning smirk.

But he hadn’t lost.

-So, pretty girlie, do you have any plans for this weekend? – he asked, taking away the attention from Ivar and leaning forward, thing that was made by (Y/N) herself.

-Just to relax and do anything else-.

-Never thought about a threesome? – and the look of shock was enough to be a win for him.

Ivar seriously couldn’t be the prouder guy in the entire bar with the prettiest girl in town under his arm, smiling sweetly and with red shadows on her cheeks he wanted to kiss and maybe he would get to if he accompanied her back to the room.

Also, it was a little win over Roman, who instead of him, just needed to look at a girl to have her in her bed, and he also had had another little advantaged over him.

But he ruined anything as soon as Roman spit out the “threesome” proposition; it wasn’t rare for them to share a girl, mostly because of Ivar’s “little problem”, but this girl so sweet and pure… he felt like the sharing option was crazy.

She looked shell shocked in her expression of true shock, even worse than the one that she had on her face after his “embarrassing question”, but she almost laughed out, probably expecting it all to be a little joke.

Michael looked at her like a cat with a mouse, clearly trying to stay serious, although he laughed it off as if it was joke before going back to being serious.

-But seriously sweetie… if you want to do something more than just relax, we are more than willing to help you with a little fun-.

#roman godfrey #ivar #vikings #hemlock grove #hg #ivar x reader #ivar reader #roman godfrey reader #roman godfrey x reader #roman godfrey fem reader #roman godfrey x fem ! reader #ivar fem reader #ivar x fem! reader #ivar imagine #roman godfrey imagine #vikings imagine #supernatural AU #fan fic

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avengerscompound · 5 years

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Fury’s Angels

Fury’s Angels: An Avengers Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Maria Hill x Natasha Romanoff

Word Count: 2613

Rating: E

Warnings: Smut (MFF bisexual threesome, oral sex, vaginal sex)

Synopsis: Romanoff, Barton, and Hill are Fury’s dream team. They work together like they are three parts of one whole. It’s not just out on the field where these three work well together though.

Fury’s Angels

“Hey Bird, you got eyes on the spider?” Hill’s voice came in over comms. Clint sat on the roof, he hadn’t taken his eyes off Natasha since they’d moved into position. She moved through the room like fluid. Her red hair stood out in a sea of blondes and brunettes and her tight black dress made sure that once she had their attention, they couldn’t look away. She’d stop to talk to the most important people. She laughed at the right things, throwing her head back so her hair flipped over her shoulder and cascaded down her back. The light caught it so it looks like actual fire in motion. She held her throat so her target's eyes were drawn there and then down to her breasts. Clint knew she faking it. When Natasha was genuinely laughing she double forward holding onto the other person shoulder and snorted. This was all for show. She was the lure and they bit every time. Clint couldn’t blame them. She looked good enough to eat.

“I sure do. She’s looking deadly as ever.” Clint replied. “She’s going to want her feet rubbed after spending so long in those heels though.”

“Head in the game, birdbrain.” Hill teased, though she knew he was right. Natasha could wear heels. She could fight in heels. She could do a series of elaborate acrobatic flips in heels. She could even kill a man four times her size using her heels. But if she spent a full day in them she whined until someone agreed to rub her feet.

Clint laughed his eyes tracking Natasha through the room. “She found the target and they’ve taken the bait. Shouldn’t be too much longer.”

“I call not rubbing her feet.” Hill teased.

Clint whined. “What? It’s always me.”

“Well, your hands are bigger.” Hill insisted.

There was another whine from Clint. “You’ll owe me.”

“You know I’m good for it.” Hill shot back, but the words were heavy with innuendo.

“If you two don’t quit flirting over comms and do your job, I’ll separate you from now on.” Nick Fury’s voice came through the comms hard and stern. Both Hill and Clint started laughing.

“You’d never break up the Charlie’s Angels.” Hill scoffed. “Our record’s too good.”

“I’m one of the Angels?” Clint asked. “Which one am I?”

“Drew Barrymore’s,” Hill answered.

“What? I’m at least Lucy Liu.” Clint yelped.

Fury rolled his eyes. They might be the best but they tried his patients. “Agents some professionalism please.”

There was silence on the comms. Clint kept his eyes on Natasha. The target, a slimy-looking senator was now leaned right into her, making no pretense other than that he was ogling her tits. Clint’s fingers tightened around his bow and he reached behind him like he was just making sure the quiver of arrows was still in place on his back.

“Does that make Nick, Bosley or Charlie?” Clint asked.

“I’m obviously Charlie.” He responded quickly and Hill and Clint broke down into laughter again.

“I don’t know, boss. We actually see you. I think you’re Bosley.” Maria teased.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nick said, but when he switched the mic off he chuckled too.

Clint watched as Natasha followed the target to the edge of the room. His view became slightly blocked by a group of people passing in front of the window. He shifted trying to see past them. When they finally move on Natasha was nowhere in sight.

“Fuck, I’ve lost, Widow.” He cursed into comms. “Nat. Can you head me? What’s your status.”

There was dead air on the comms. All Clint could hear was the hammering of his heart. “Nat, if you’re in trouble let me know.”

There was a brief crackle where the sounds of struggling were clear and Clint pulls out an arrow. “Going in.”

He aimed and loosed the arrow, it flew straight, a trail of cord rolling out behind it. As it got near to its target the arrowhead opened up into a grappling hook and it attached itself to the side of the building.

He tugged on the cable and jumped.

“We’re sending in backup.” Hill said as Clint crashed through the large glass doors that opened up onto the balcony. The was a group shriek from the partygoers who all stumbled back away from him in shock.

He groaned and rolled onto his back. His face and arms were cut up from the glass and his back felt like a flaming hot rod had been switched out for his spine. Two security guards drew their guns and rushed over to him.

“Aww… guards.” He whined, as he struggled to his feet and nocked another arrow. He trained the arrow on one of them as they both aimed their guns at him.

“What do you think you’re going to do there, Robin Hood?” The guy on the left asked.

“I think, what I’d like to do is ask you what happened to my friend. Little redhead. About shoulder high. Super hot in a black dress. Then you’ll tell me and I’d walk out and go find her. What’s probably going to happen is I’ll shoot this arrow into your friend’s hand here and pin it to the wall. You’ll try and shoot me but I’ll avoid it and then smack you on the back of the head with my bow.” Clint answered.

“Nice one, wise guy. Put it down.” The guy on the right said.

Clint sighed and loosed his arrow. It punctured the guard’s hand, making him drop his gun and pinning it to the wall behind him. The remaining guard fired but Clint was already feinting left, he spun around behind the guy and hit him hard in the back of the head, knocking him to the ground. Clint, stepped on his hand, making him release the gun, and nocked another arrow, pointing it at the guy’s head.

“Would you like to know exactly how much pain your friend is in?” Clint asked.

The guard shook his head. “No, please don’t.”

“My friend. The redhead. Where is she?” Clint spat. The guard pointed to a wall to the left of the room. “Hidden door?” Clint asked. The guard nodded. “How do I open it?”

“Panel on the left.” The guy answered. Clint smacked him in the back of the head again, knocking him unconscious and ran to the wall, pressing the panel. The wall opened up and he turned on the crowd of party-goers. “Ladies and gentleman, enjoy your night. Don’t think of going anywhere, the authorities are on their way.”

He rushed through the hall and down the flight of stairs that lay behind the secret door. On the lower level, there were multiple doors that opened up into empty rooms. Some looked like offices, some just storage. Finally on the bottom left he found her. Four men were unconscious on the floor around her and a fifth was now tied to a chair while she leaned over him.

“Aww, Nat,” Clint whined, relaxing his bow.

She turned to him and sighed. “You, birdbrain. Did you really think they got the better of me?”

Clint ran his hand through the back of his hair. “Yes. No. I don’t know.”

“How long have we been working together now?” She asked.

“Nat.” He whined just as Hill appeared behind him with half a dozen SHIELD agents.

“What you too?” Natasha scolded. “Who do you think I am?”

Hill laughed and waved the other agents in. “Alright, clean this up. Maybe we can get home tonight at a reasonable hour.”

With the injuries he’d received, Clint wasn’t back at the apartment he shared with Natasha and Maria until an hour after them. When he came through the door the two women were in their panties lying on the couch. Maria was lying half on top of Natasha, her head in the crook of Nat’s neck. Liho the black cat that had adopted Natasha was curled on the arm of the chair and Lucky the one-eyed dog Clint had rescued was curled up on the floor below them. Natasha lazily played with his ears while she ran her other hand up and down Maria’s back.

All seven eyes looked up at him as he closed the door. “Finally,” Natasha said, as she and Maria retracted their legs to make room on the couch for him. He flopped down and kicked his shoes off and four feet plopped into his lap.

“Feet. Maria said it was on you.” Nat said.

It was hard to define what Clint, Natasha, and Maria had. They were together. The three of them. Though it was open. Sometimes they weren’t together at all. They didn’t want to define it. In many ways, they couldn’t because defining it made it real and making it real meant they had to admit to things they couldn’t.

At the core, it was the three of them. Together. Having each other’s backs no matter what. So when the rest fell into place it was just comfortable. The way things were meant to be.

Clint started to work his thumbs over Natasha’s arches. “Is that so? Did she also tell you she’d owe me?”

Natasha let out a small moan as the tension was released from her tired feet. “Did you really, Hill? And what exactly would that entail I wonder.” She mused, curling a lock of Maria’s hair around her finger.

“I don’t know,” Maria said, looking up at Clint, her hand slid up Natasha’s side and she started to tease her thumb over her nipple. “How good is the foot rub?”

Natasha let out another moan as Clint rubbed his thumbs in circles over the balls of her feet. “Yeah. It’s doing the job alright.”

“One job deserves another I’d say.” She said climbing up over Natasha. Natasha stopped her as Maria’s legs straddled Natasha’s waist. She pulled her down into a kiss and the two women moved against each other, Maria rolling her hips slightly. Clint continued to rub Natasha’s feet but he kept his eyes on them. His cock gradually hardened in his pants both at the sight of them and the promise of a little something for him too.

Maria pulled away and slipped onto the floor. She positioned herself between Clint’s legs and began to unfasten his fly.

“You look pretty good down there, Hill.” Clint teased.

She slapped his leg. “Do you not actually want this, bird?” She asked as she freed his cock. It sprang out of his boxers and she quirked an eyebrow at him. “Looks like you really want it.”

“Yes please, Maria,” Clint said grinning down at her.

Maria ran her tongue up the length of Clint’s shaft before licking her lips. “That’s what I thought. Now be a good bird, won’t you?”

Clint let his head fall back and let out a moan as Maria plunged her mouth down the full length of Clint’s shaft. He let his hands drop to the couch and his fingers dig into the cushions.

Natasha sat up and moved closer to him, pressing her body against his. Her breasts pushed up against the side of his chest. “You think you get to just lie back and enjoy that?” She teased.

Clint curled his arm around Nat’s waist and his hand slid down to her pussy. His fingers slipped between her folds he ran them up and down in time with the bobbing of Maria’s head before he starts focussing on Natasha’s clit.

“That’s a good start.” Natasha purred and Clint leaned in, kissing her hungrily. Their tongues battled for a moment before Clint pulled away abruptly, pulling her up higher and latched onto her breast.

Natasha moaned at the sharp pleasure that surged out through her breast meeting the slow tingle that was building from her cunt in her stomach. Clint moaned against Natasha’s skin, and his hips rolled up against Maria.

Maria slowly pulled back, sucking hard on Clint’s shaft. “Bedroom, I think, Angels.”

Clint tried to stifle his laugh against Natasha’s skin unsuccessfully. “Sound plan.” He said as Natasha looked at them slightly confused.

The three stood up. Natasha jumped up onto Clint’s back and kissed his neck as he and Maria kissed their way down to Maria’s bedroom. When they walked through the door, Clint lifted her and carried her to the bed. When he placed her down, Natasha slipped down from Clint’s back and kneeled in front of Maria. The two women kissed and their hands traveled over each other’s skin. Clint pulled their panties down and off before stripping out of his own clothes.

By the time he was naked, Maria was on her back arching up off the bed as Natasha crouched between her legs, kissing and sucking at her pussy. As the tart musk of Maria filled Natasha’s mouth making her hum happily as she thrust her fingers inside her friend, fucking her with them and drawing more fluids from her, Clint crouched behind Nat and ran his tongue up her crevice.

Natasha mewled between them. She and Maria couldn’t keep still. Their bodies jerked and their legs trembled but they never stopped. Natasha kept stroking along Maria’s g-spot as she nipped and sucked on her clit as Clint’s thumb ran over hers and his tongue swirled around her folds.

Maria came arching off the bed and crying out. Her hands bunched into Natasha’s hair. The sound made Clint’s cock jump and precome leak from the end.

Natasha’s orgasm hit as she lapped up Maria’s fluids. She fell forward into Maria’s lap and lay panting as Clint stroked her through her climax. As it passed she and Maria turned on Clint. “Come here, ptichka,” Natasha said. “You’ve been so patient. Now you can have your reward.”

Clint climbed up on the bed and Maria and Natasha guided him onto his back. Maria grabbed a condom from her bedside cabinet and removed it from the packet. She placed the ring of latex between her lips and lowered herself down, using them to roll the condom down over Clint’s shaft. Clint groaned and his hips bucked up. “Fuck, I love it when you do that.” He almost growled.

Natasha straddled Clint’s hips and lowered herself down onto his cock as Maria straddled his face. Clint groaned grabbing onto Maria’s thighs and digging his fingers into her muscle. Natasha and Maria rode him. There hips rolling in tandem. They kissed and teased at each other. Pinching at nipples and running their hands down each other’s stomach until they were each teasing the other’s clit.

Below them, Clint came apart. He moaned graphically as he swirled his tongue around Maria’s pussy. The taste of her mixing with the taste of Nat lingering in his mouth. Her juices flowed freely, and he drank them all up. His hips snapped up into Natasha as she rode his cock, milking it.

Both women seemed to come together. Natasha orgasm hitting her a split second before Maria came all over his face. The intensity of it and the way Nat’s core pulsed around his cock set his off too and he jerked up and emptied inside of Natasha with a graphic moan.

Maria and Natasha slipped from atop Clint and collapsed down onto the bed. Clint and Hill curling themselves into the redhead. “Do you think you’ll both sleep?” Hill asked.

Clint and Natasha hum in unison, both exhausted and relaxed. “For a while at least,” Natasha answered.

“Good. Would hate for all this good work wasted.” Hill teased.

Clint laughed. “Well, that is never a waste.”

#clint barton #natasha romanoff #maria hill #blackhill #clintasha #hilton #blackhilton #hawkeye #black widow #hawkeye fanfic #black widow fanfic #clint barton x natasha romanoff #maria hill x natasha romanoff #clint barton x maria hill #clint barton x maria hill x natasha romanoff #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #fury's angels

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The Ballerina and the B-girl Part 2 (Branjie)

A/n: second chapter kids! Hope you’re liking this lesbian au fantasy I’ve got going. I’m anticipting there to be a couple more parts after this if you guys want it, thanks for reading in advance! p.s you’ll notice with my writing I put consent in a lot, it’s something I feel that’s super important to remember should occur

Brooklyn was curious, which was a new one for her. In all her 32 years, the blonde bombshell had never been tied down by such things, preferring instead to sleep with whoever she found attractive and wipe her slate clean the next morning. However, there was something about the short and sassy latino girl that she’d met at the studio the previous week that had captured her interest.

Brooke mostly attributed it to how sexy Vanessa was; the perfect curve of her body from breast to waist to hip, her firm ass apparent even in her sweats, dark hair that was just subtly tousled, caramel skin clear and glowing, those doe-like brown eyes full of spark. She also appeared to be a big ole (hopefully submissive) bottom by her reaction to Brooke’s very obvious leering, which was something the blonde liked immensely in a partner.

She also found that she liked immensely the way the girl carried herself, her confidence and her brash personality. For the first time, Brooke had an urge to get to know someone that she also wanted to sleep with.

‘Weird hmm’ the ballet dancer thought to herself as she warmed down her muscles following a pretty intense ballet workout. She had made sure she looked good, sporting her favourite skin tight, black turtleneck leotard that hugged her hourglass curves in all the right places. She glanced up in the mirror to see Vanessa in the doorway staring, just like the previous week. Brooke made eye contact and the girl looked away for a second, clearly a little bit embarrassed to have been caught. The blonde smirked at that, slinking over to the chairs at the side of the room where her bag was to take off her shoes.

Vanessa made her way into the room and greeted her “Hey there, fancy seeing you here” with a wink.

“Vanessa, your powers of observation are outstanding. I’m definitely not here same time every week or anything” Brooke rebutted with just the right mix of bitchy and flirty. Vanessa began to laugh lightly, dropping her bag and sitting down on the chair next to Brooke. She looked beautiful, dark hair this time in a waved style down her shoulders.

“Just keeping it real girl, it’s nice to see you none the less Brooklyn” Vanessa replied, the last part causing her to tilt her head downwards slightly and a flush of pink came into her cheeks.

Brooke felt a surge of lust at this look, and it took a lot of brain power in that moment for her not to imagine Vanessa on her back, cheeks pink and her breaths heavy as Brooke… The blonde took a deep breath and shot back a smirk. “It’s nice to see you too”

Vanessa’s smile widened bigger than Brooke had yet seen it, and a flutter in her chest told her she’d do almost anything to see that again. “Those things must hurt like shit” Vanessa stated, pointing at the pointe shoes now thankfully off Brooke’s feet.

“Can’t say they’re the most comfortable things ever, but I’m a firm believer that with pleasure comes a little bit of pain” Brooke replied with a sly smile, deliberately opting to use her innuendos where she possibly could.

Vanessa viably gulped at that and Brooke mentally did a victory dance.

“So Vanessa,” Brooke began. “You said you’re a breakdancer, care to show me some moves? It’s only fair since you’ve already seen me dance”

The girl jumped up straight outta her chair at the chance to impress Brooke and this caused her to grin and look Vanessa up and down again.

‘So fucking sexy’ is all Brooke could think to herself as Vanessa launched herself into a routine of hip hop style movements, throwing in some tricks and finishing with a good old death drop. Brooke found herself clapping as Vanessa made her way back to her chair.

“Very good!” Brooke mused and was delighted by Vanessa’s reaction of turning slightly pink, crossing her legs very obviously and melting back into her chair. ‘Hmm praise kink perhaps? Could come in handy later’ the blonde devised.

“Thank you” Vanessa replied, her gruff voice (honestly more that of a trucker than a young woman) softer than it had been since they met.

Brooke saw something in her eyes, like Vanessa was working herself up to say something, and had an immediate visceral reaction. Usually when a girl had that look in their eyes, she ran for the hills. But with Vanessa, she stayed rooted to the spot, actually scooting slightly over in her chair so that their shoulders were almost touching. Vanessa took that as a cue, and made the move so that most of her body was facing Brooke, so close that if Brooke leaned in with her giraffe neck she would be able to kiss her.

“Brooklyn,” she began slightly nervously, polarising to her usual demeanour, “you doing anything much tonight?”

“Nothing I can recall of any importance” Brooke flirted, fully into where this was going.

“Oh cool.” Vanessa breathed out heavily. There was silence for a minute, the two girls looking at each other, eyes drifting to lips and back up. Brooke decided to assert her position, after all might as well foreshadow for things to come. She reached her hand out and lightly grasped Vanessa’s jaw, leaning down so that they were mere inches apart.

“Is this ok?” Brooke asked, consent always being her first priority. You never know when you read signals wrong and a verbal confirmation was always required for her to engage in any sexual activity. Vanessa looked her straight in the eyes, a look of pure lust on her face.

“Yes” she answered with a whisper and that was all Brooke needed. She leant forward to connect their lips. Wanting to give Vanessa a little taste, she ran her tongue along the girl’s bottom lip and gave a quick and soft nip. She then pulled back, gleeful as she saw the effect she had had on Vanessa. The girl was wide eyed and looked like she might combust. Brooke chuckled and glanced at the time on her watch. 2pm, it was time to go before…a loud noise entered the room at that moment. Vanessa’s friends. Brooke pulled all the way back from Vanessa and reached into her bag to get a business card.

“Text me your address, I’ll pick you up at 8” she addressed Vanessa in a flirty yet demanding voice, which the other girl immediately responded to.

“Yes papi” came out of Vanessa’s mouth and Brooke knew it was time to go before she lost control and pulled Vanessa out the door with her. She shot the Latino girl a sexy smirk before grabbing her stuff and sashaying out of the room, past Vanessa’s loud hollering friends. She couldn’t take her mind off the girl her whole drive home, 8pm couldn’t come soon enough.

#rpdr fanfiction #branjie #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #please remember your tags!#submission #the ballerina and the b girl #starsha #s11 #dance au

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imagine-allthethings · 5 years

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I've just recently found your blog and oh gosh I love it already! With that being said, Can you please do headcanons for the adultrio getting really drunk with their s/o? What would they do and how would they react? Thanks!

Chrollo Lucilfer

Chrollo is a man much after my own heart, he’s one of those drunks that is rather introverted as a person but something just clicks with alcohol and they become sweeter, more clingy, and infinitely more sociable.

Chrollo, however, is not so easily explained. He’s gotten drunk many a time so he knows some tricks to hide it, some tricks that are so deeply embedded into his brain even the alcohol won’t let him forget.

For one, he will not get too friendly with strangers unless there is reason; the reason being pick-pocketing. He’s still good at thieving, as he is a thief at heart so to speak. He might be slightly worse at it, as someone could catch him as long as they have a trained eye.

He is a bit more affectionate and clingy with his spiders. Occasionally brushing against them or being particularly kind. Pay raises are much, much more likely the more he drinks.

The sentimentality carries into the way he views objects as well, he particularly likes to muse over all of his books and collectibles. Every time he touches or looks at an object he’s flooded with memories, good and bad.

Chrollo has a moderate tolerance, as he drinks occasionally but not too heavily. He really only drinks to get a slight buzz instead of being completely drunk.

Hisoka Morow

Hisoka is an interesting enough person to be within throwing distance without being drunk. The addition of alcohol just makes his personality, which is already full of extremes, even more extreme though his sense of thinking and intellect is slightly warped.

You thought he was already full of sexual innuendo and flirting? He’s worse now, thanks alcohol. He will flirt with everything that moves, for now his standards of being able to get a good fight out of them have dropped. Instead, he’s aching for a fight of any type and some kind of satisfaction.

His blood lust still exists, oh does it. If someone accidentally does set him off it’s very unlikely anyone in his view is leaving alive unless in his alcohol-laden mind Hisoka decides that that particular person is worth sparring leading to an interesting situation in which he accidentally kills someone with potential and leaves someone without potential alive.

Hisoka doesn’t have the best alcohol tolerance despite how often he drinks. He does have a preference to “girly” drinks or cocktails that typically have less alcohol than something like wine or hard liquor. Hence, he can down those far more efficiently with many more drinks than Chrollo can do with shots of whisky or rum.

Illumi Zoldyck

This man is a tough nut to crack, it seems even the sweet nectar of alcohol can’t even break the man. He’s still pretty deadpan, but you swear he blinks a bit more often.

It takes a lot of alcohol to get to this man, thanks to his parents training, so it’s unlikely you will ever get to get the privilege to see Illumi drunk unless you both spend a considerable amount of money on alcohol and make him drink almost all of it to get him even mildly drunk.

It is one of the only times you will get to see this composed assassin be anything but. Once the alcohol is finally potent enough to actually effect him, he’s rather spacey and it takes him a longer time to acknowledge anything.

He’s the type who will stub his toe against something and then say ow after a few minutes. The assassin, for once, doesn’t seem nearly as dark, brooding and scary as he normally does.

He is also prone to staring off into space, for hours, for no particular reason. He won’t know if you ask either.

#Mod Trash #Hunter X Hunter #hunter x hunter headcanons #HxH #Chrollo #Chrollo Lucilfer #Hisoka #hisoka morow #Illumi #Illumi Zoldyck

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Teardrops On My Guitar

Hi! Merry Christmas @queenjmo! I'm your secret santa! This is the first part of my gift for you! I'm so excited to reveal myself so we can fangirl over cs and taylor swift together! This story just kind of popped up in my head and when I went to write it down it kind of took on a life of its own. When we were talking we discovered a mutual love of taylor swift so I wanted to do something with both cs and taylor! I really hope you like it! It actually ended up being very different from what I had intended. So, this was actually based on something that actually happened when I was in high school. I went to an all girls school, and on valentines day my calculus teacher's husband brought her flowers and it was the sweetest thing ever and for some reason I was thinking about it the other day and I thought that it just had to be turned into a Captain Swan AU! So, for the rest of the gift I'm going to post short one shots with references to other taylor songs with as many taylor references as I can get in!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. If I did, I would probably just put a camera on Colin O'Donoghue, shoot forty minutes of him doing literally anything (preferably shirtless), and put it on TV. I would definitely watch that show.

Emma knew that not one of her students would be paying any attention to her the entire day. She taught literature at an all-girls school and it was the day of the prom. As the girls filed into the classroom, the pieces of conversation Emma caught all centered on the dance: hairstyles, limo pick-up and drop-off times, corsages, after-parties, pictures, the list went on.

Unless she put on a bright red ball gown and asked for hair-style tips, she wasn't even in the running for her students' attention.

Emma was sick of hearing about the stupid dance. It had been the only topic of conversation for the past week and a half. Mostly she was upset by this particular topic because she remembered what she was doing when she should have been going to her own prom. (Stealing a stolen car.)

But, she pushed that thought away. That part of her life was long past her. If only the emotional toll it had taken was completely in the past as well. Sometimes she feared it never fully would be. Of course, on nights when the bad memories kept her awake, she now had someone there to hold her and help her fall asleep through the tears.

As the three-minute warning bell rang out, signaling for students to get into their classroom, Emma realized that the conversation had shifted to another topic of conversation, blessedly free of prom-talk.

"Did you see the guy talking to Ms. Mills outside of the office?" Anne gushed to the girls seated near her desk. "He was so gorgeous! And I think I caught an accent!"

This simple statement had caught the undivided attention of every single person in the room, except Emma. She just chuckled under her breath. Whenever someone with a Y chromosome under the age of forty came within a thirty feet radius of the campus, it was major gossip and all other topics of conversation were quickly forgotten. Emma had thought that prom might overcome that particular quirk of an all-female education, but it would seem this boy was so 'gorgeous,' as Anne had put it, that he out-shined even the prom.

He must really be something, Emma thought with a silent chuckle.

"No way! Spill!" Diane cried with a huge smile and an eagerness only a teenage girl deprived of male contact for eight hours a day, five times a week could have. "What did he look like?"

"Well, I didn't get a great look at him, but he was tall. Maybe six feet. He had black hair and was wearing dark pants and a leather jacket." Anne told her tale with reverence, as if speaking of a deity and her audience was eating it up. "He looked maybe early 30s, not quite. He looked like a movie star!" Cue chorus of giggles.

While Anna lost some of her audience with the mention of his age, she had gained Emma's attention. The description of the man talking to their principal sounded a bit like the man that was in many of the pictures currently on Emma's desk. The bell signaling the start of class interrupted Emma's musings about who this 'movie star' look alike could have been.

"Alright, girls. I know since tonight is prom, your attention is never going to be all on me, so I thought we could just quickly go over the chapters you read for today, and any questions for your final essay which is due by the end of next week."

The already energetic room grew even more animated with this announcement. Julia's hand shot up and Emma called on her. "Ms. Swan, do you know who the handsome man Anne saw was?"

Before she could answer, the door to the classroom swung open and the entire room, minus Emma, gasped. Instead, she simply said, "Killian, what are you doing here?"

"Hello to you too, love." He greeted her in his lilting British accent with a soft chuckle. They walked towards each other until they met halfway between the whiteboard and the door. Killian gave her a quick kiss on the cheek as he always did and the entire class made a collective 'awwwwww.' An involuntary blush colored Emma's cheeks as she pulled away from her husband.

"Does a man need a reason to come see his beautiful wife whenever the need arises?" Emma rolled her eyes at the compliment, as she always did when he complimented her.

He looked around the room at the girls who were looking at him like he was the lead singer of whatever insufferable boy band was popular at the time. A few of the girls tear their gaze away from their teacher's husband to stare at Anne for confirmation that this was the man she saw, and Anne nodded her head furiously in affirmation. At all the attention he was receiving, Killian scratched the back of his ear in a nervous tick that Emma had always found equal parts endearing and adorable. However, she found it rather amusing that her usually cocky husband would blush under the obvious approval of a room of 17 and 18 year old girls.

"It's fine. We didn't have too much planned for today anyway. But are you sure you can take off in the middle of the day like this?" Emma asked, referring to Killian's job as harbormaster of Storybrooke Harbor.

"One of the perks of being your own boss. Plus, not much going on in such a sleepy town." He chuckled. "And I also wanted to give you this." From behind his back, Killian produced a single red rose, the same flower he had bought for their first date (after months of shameless flirting and innuendos). The resulting 'awwwwww' from her class is very loud, causing Killian and Emma to blush further. She was almost furious at him for making her feel this way. "Happy anniversary, Swan." He whispers in her ear so the whole class doesn't hear it.

He was rewarded by a huge smile from Emma, which was something he rarely saw when he first met her, but was becoming more frequent with each day that passed with them together. Emma sniffed the rose, taking in the wonderful scent which always reminded her of their first real date, and set it down on her desk until she could get a vase and some water.

Out of the corner of her eye, Emma caught one of her more outspoken students, Jill, violently raising her hand in the air. Emma took a step back from Killian, as she had unconsciously been stepping closer and closer to him.

"Yes, Jill?" Emma called on her.

"So, this is your husband, Ms. Swan?" Jill asked eagerly and many of the heads in the classroom quickly bob up and down in agreement with the question.

"Aye, that I am." Killian said proudly, making Emma blush harder.

As if to prove that he and Emma were indeed joined in holy matrimony, Killian put his hand up and showed the room his wedding band. Emma's heart did a little flutter whenever she saw that ring. She still couldn't believe that this amazing man had chosen her. She was never the girl anyone chose for anything. But, seeing that ring was a reminder that someone did choose her. And not just anyone. Killian Jones. Killian Jones had chosen her. And she had chosen him.

"Are you chaperoning prom tonight with Ms. Swan?" Another voice piped up, but Emma doesn't quite catch from where, as she was distracted by her musings on the deep meaning her husband's wedding ring held for her.

Killian smiled at the room full of eager eyes. No doubt every single girl was picturing him in a tuxedo, and Emma would be lying if she said she wasn't, too. Although the difference was that Emma actually had seen him in one before. And it was just as good as she had imagined. "I would love to, but Ms. Swan is not a chaperone for tonight's festivities. We have anniversary plans." He shot her a suggestive wink, and she slapped him on the arm. There was a resulting chorus of giggles from the students. Emma would have slapped him harder if this wasn't her senior class, so the majority of the students were over 18.

"Alright, you're going to give my entire class a heart attack if you say anything else." Emma playfully informed him.

His eyebrows shoot skyward as if she had just issued a challenge. But, before Killian can respond with the innuendo that is surely on his lips, Jill speaks up again. "I heard Ms. French is sick, so Ms. Swan is filling in for her at prom."

This was the first Emma was hearing of this. "What?" She was actually quite excited for her and Killian's plans tonight. They were going to have dinner at the restaurant where they had their first date, and then go home and watch a movie. (Or not watch a movie.) It was going to be low key and perfect. The other students nodded their heads in agreement with Jill, and Emma got a sinking feeling in her stomach.

She turned to Killian and said, "Can you watch them for a minute? I'm going to ask Regina if it's true." Killian looked just as nervous about it as she felt, but his nerves were probably amplified by being in the room alone with fifteen hormonal eighteen year old girls. However, he simply nodded his agreement, and the classroom did not miss him checking Emma out as she walked down the hallway.

Ten minutes later, Emma returned with a frustrated expression on her face. She had gone up to the principal's office and Regina confirmed the story. Emma had no choice, since poor Belle had needed an emergency appendectomy and would be in the hospital for another day or two. For her part, Regina had seemed to feel somewhat bad about it, and suggested that she bring Killian along so they could still spend their anniversary together.

While walking back to the classroom, Emma tried to think of ways to get out of it, but came up empty. Both the junior and senior proms were the same night, and it was a miracle that she was able to get out of chaperoning in the first place. (It had required letting Belle borrow her first edition copy of Wuthering Heights that Killian had gotten her for their six month anniversary to agree to do it, as Belle was the librarian and therefore not technically required to chaperone school functions.)

As Emma opened the door and walked into the classroom, Killian was sitting in the front of the classroom, completely absorbed in his conversation with the class. "Yes, but he had the opportunity to kill his uncle when he was praying and he delayed."

"Yes, but then he turned around and killed Polonius ten minutes later! The real root of the tragedy is actually traced back to Polonius's murder, not his delay of his revenge!" Kate responded. Emma hated to break up such a heated academic debate over the Bard, but she needed to tell Killian the news.

Frankly, she was a little surprised Killian got them to talk about anything not made of chiffon or tulle. But, these girls were extremely smart, and loved to be challenged. And Killian always loved a challenge. Plus, it looked like they were whooping his ass in their analysis. If Emma was a sappy person, which she most certainly was not, she might have cried at how proud she was. Maybe a few more minutes. She thought to herself.

"Yes, but his murder of the Polonius isn't the only time he acts impulsively without thinking." She used another point in the discussion to announce her presence, but not stop the debate.

"But it is the most extreme." Killian countered with a crooked smile. The girls continued their debate while Killian walked over to Emma. "Is it true, love?"

"Yeah, unfortunately." She looked extremely disappointed.

"Well, we can make lemonade out of these lemons yet, Swan." Killian smiled despite his own disappointment. He would be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to that night for weeks. "We won't be home that late. All that's changed is where we're eating dinner."

Emma loved his optimism. While she saw the glass as half empty, he saw it as half full and he always encouraged her to see the same. She loved how he always helped her feel better when she was down. "Well, I'll get to see you in a suit..." She leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "And out of a suit."

Emma watched with satisfaction as Killian's eyes widened and he blushed just like her students. At this point, the discussion had stopped and all the eyes were on them. "I'll see you tonight, love." Killian kissed her on the cheek and walked out of the classroom with a wink.

It took her a full ten minutes, and telling the story of how she and Killian met, to get the class to stop asking questions about Killian and focus on their work.

When Emma got back to her house, the first thing she did was throw off her shoes. They'd been killing her feet all afternoon and taking them off felt like jumping into the ocean on a hot summer day. The relief brought a sigh of pleasure from her lips and her husband appeared from around the corner. "Oh, you know how I love it when you make that sound."

Emma just fixed her husband with one of her patented stares and rolled her eyes. That was when she actually saw what he was wearing. "Seriously?"

His best shit eating grin crossed his face and he looked down at the tuxedo t-shirt he was currently sporting. "You like it? Dave said it was very sporting."

"It's certainly…something." Emma couldn't help but smile at her husband's antics. She knew he was just making a joke and wouldn't actually wear that to her work event. "While I would love to see Regina's face if you wore that, I think your suit is in the back of our closet."

"It's already laid out on the bed."

A few hours later, they were both dressed and ready to go. David and Mary Margaret, their neighbors and best friends, rang their doorbell just as they were about to leave, which confused Emma. The confusion vanished when she saw Mary Margaret holding a polaroid camera and start to snap pictures of Emma and Killian in their prom attire.

When Killian thoughtfully put a corsage on her wrist, she wasn't suspicious. When David insisted that he drive them in his truck and Killian immediately agreed enthusiastically, she wasn't suspicious. When Killian pulled her into the traditional prom pose in front of the backdrop and photographer at the venue, she still wasn't suspicious. When they danced to "Enchanted" by Taylor Swift, which was their first dance at their wedding, she started to have some suspicions. However, the moment she knew wasn't until she realized that it had been some time since they had done any actual chaperoning that she realized what her husband was doing.

He was re-creating the prom that neither of them had ever gotten.

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Stay for a While || Huntbastian

Tagging: Sebastian Smythe and Hunter Clarington Time: January 26th, 2017 About 6 pm Place: Sebastian’s Apartment Plot: Hunter comes over to collect his pliers, and Sebastian convinces him to stay for dinner

Hunter had barely been home for fifteen minutes when Sebastian texted him that he could drop by to pick up the pliers he'd accidentally left behind when he'd fixed the shower. He briefly considered a shower, but decided against it. It wasn't like something major was happening; he was just stopping by for a few minutes. And besides, Sebastian had seen him looking much worse than he did at the moment. Still, they only lived a few doors down from one another and the last thing he wanted to do was seem overeager. He'd only met the other man twice, but their encounters thus far had left Hunter at a loss. It had also left him thinking about the other man way more than maybe he should have.

Eventually, Hunter settled on changing his shirt and attempting to do something with his hair. It didn't do much good really, but at least it killed some time. Twenty minutes later, he headed out of his apartment and made his way down the hall. As he walked, nerves began to build up in the bottom of his stomach, but he did his best to ignore them. What was it about Sebastian that just the thought of seeing him in person caused such a reaction? Honestly, Hunter had no clue and he decided it wasn't the time to think on such. With a deep breath, he reached up and knocked on Sebastian’s door.

With a quick text to Hunter when he walked in the door, Sebastian instantly headed for the kitchen and started cooking. He was starving. And dinner was not going to be able to wait. Setting a pot on the stove, he began boiling noodles for pasta and setting about making chicken alfredo. He wasn’t the world’s greatest chef, but he did decent in the kitchen, especially for being a 24 year old batchelor. As the water started boiling, he stared at the package of noodles for a moment. “Hmm” he mused out loud. And without a second thought, he poured the whole package in, more than plenty for two grown boys to eat. And if Hunter refused, well, at least he’d have lunch for tomorrow.

Glancing at the clock, he stepped away from the stove and headed towards his bathroom. He was still dressed in his work clothes - grey slacks with a deep green button down shirt. Should he change? He took a look in the mirror, flicking a few stray strands of hair back into place. Naw. Who was he kidding? He looked great. There was no need to change. Not that he was fretting, of course. With a final look in the mirror, he started to head back towards the living room, just as a knock rang out. Well, that was perfect timing. It only took 3 long strides of his legs before he was opening the door, revealing the man who peaked his interest far more than he cared to admit. “Hey you. Come on in.”

Hunter froze on the spot for a few seconds at the sight of Sebastian as the door opened. For some reason, it seemed to be impossible not to be a little awestruck at the sight, no matter how many times he'd seen the other man before. Sebastian was gorgeous and the clothes were definitely working for him, the green of his shirt bringing out his eyes. “H-Hi,” he stuttered out belatedly as he stepped into the apartment.

Hunter looked around, actually taking the place in as he'd been too preoccupied the last time he'd been inside Sebastian’s home. It was definitely nice, and definitely way better than anything he'd lived in since he'd been on his own. After a few moments, he let his gaze fall back to Sebastian and he took in the sight again. And then it hit him that Sebastian was still in his work clothes. “O-Oh, I'm sorry. Did I-I...Should I h-have given you more t-time?” Hunter asked, now suddenly feeling as if he had been too eager to show up.

Instantly, Sebastian’s signature smirk was in place. It was so easy to make Hunter nervous. He was even wearing clothes this time! As Hunter walked in, Sebastian closed the door behind him, giving ample time for Hunter to look around - And maybe for Sebastian to catch a glimpse of that ass. “Naw, I just didn’t feel like changing yet” Sebastian responded, walking towards the kitchen. “I was too hungry to bother. But I can take my clothes off if that’s what you want.” His hand went up to the top button of his shirt as if he was going to start undoing it, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

It was then that he heard a splashing coming from behind him. “Oh shit” he muttered, hurrying to the stove where the water was boiling over. Giving the pot a quick stir, Sebastian got everything back under control. The noodles were almost done. He turned to the chicken that was simmering on the pan and flipped the pieces, revealing perfectly golden strips. Then, he gave his sauce a quick stir, before turning back to Hunter. “Sorry. What were we talking about?” His grin returned. “Oh yeah, me stripping for you. What do you think?”

Hunter's eyes widened at Sebastian’s suggestion, his cheeks burning already. That hadn't taken long. And then Sebastian’s hand was on his button and he was trying desperately to form some kind of words, but it all just came out as a few half stammered words. Before he could make any sense though, the other man was gone into the kitchen and he couldn't help but let out a small sigh of relief as he followed behind. He leaned against the counter a little as he watched Sebastian work, a little surprised that the other man was doing something so...domestic. That definitely wasn't a word that came to mind when he thought of Sebastian.

But of course, before Hunter could fully regain himself, Sebastian was back on taking his clothes off and he bit his lip at little as he shook his head. “N-No, I-I-I just c-came for m-my pliers. A-And you're b-busy. I-I can j-just...D-Didn’t mean to-to bother--I’ll g-go.” His gaze went down to the floor a little as he turned to back out of the kitchen. What had he been thinking? Coming to Sebastian’s apartment?

Sebastian let out a little laugh at Hunter’s face. “It’s alright, Hunter. I’m just teasing you.” Turning back to the food, he finished off the chicken and checked the noodles. Perfect. “The pliers are on the counter” he said with a nod towards the counter in question. “But you’re more than welcome to stay for some dinner, if you want.” Picking up the pot, he strode across the kitchen to the sink, where a strainer was waiting, and drained the noodles. He then transferred them into a big bowl and went back to the stove, where he poured the sauce over. “It’s nothing fancy, just some chicken alfredo, but there’s plenty.” Of course, Sebastian wouldn’t admit that he did that on purpose. He wasn’t the type to try to woo or impress people. Sure, he flirted- maybe too much- but the rest came pretty naturally. He usually didn’t have to work very hard. But there was just something about Hunter that made him want to show that he wasn’t always about sexual innuendos and overt comments. Setting the bowl to the side, he set to work on chopping up the chicken, before tossing it all on top. He then glanced over at Hunter expectantly. “Well?”

Sebastian’s laugh did little to help the way Hunter was feeling, even if the other man was teasing. He'd dealt with that sort of thing for years. The guys at the Academy had definitely gone to some lengths to fuck with him, but none has ever gone as far as to flirt with him just to...No, he wasn't going to think about that right now. He looked up at the mention of the pliers and spotted them after a second. Without hesitation, he moved across the way and grabbed them from the counter top. The cool metal was oddly comforting in the moment.

But it seemed Sebastian was completely unaffected, still moving around the kitchen and chatting, inviting him to stay for dinner? What was even happening? It was impossible for Hunter to read the other man and he was normally very good at that sort of thing. And then of course, he was being put on the spot. He had no idea what to do. On one hand, this could all be some big joke. It was obvious Sebastian got a kick out of making him sound like a stuttering idiot. But then again, the man had invited him over and cooked and Hunter didn't want to be rude and just walk out. “I-I don't want to im-impose on you l-like that.”

With the food complete, Sebastian turned his attention fully to Hunter, his hands resting on the counter behind him as he leaned casually against it.. “If you were imposing, I wouldn’t have invited you in. I’d just give you the pliers at the door.” He could tell Hunter was a bit uncomfortable, especially with how quickly he had grabbed the pliers, like they were his lifeline. “But don’t feel obligated. It’s cool with me, either way.” Hunter might already have plans for the night, after all. And Sebastian wasn’t quite sure if he even enjoyed his presence at all. He might only tolerate it because he worked and lived in the same apartments, and they were bound to run into each other on more than one occasion. “You probably have a girlfriend waiting for you back home, anyway, right?” he said, shifting in his spot and holding Hunter’s gaze. He was still trying to get a read on him, and figure out just which way he swung. Sebastian himself was pansexual, and proud of it. But Hunter- he was hard to read. The stammering and stuttering could just be shyness, not an actual flustered reaction to what Sebastian had been saying. He really couldn’t tell.

Hunter let out a small sigh, but didn't respond immediately. It was true if Sebastian hadn't wanted him there he could have just returned his tool at the door or dropped it off at the office as had been suggested. But the man had expressly said he'd wanted to see him. And after a few more moments, he realized the dinner had been for him. There was far too much for just one person to eat, he noted as he eyed the bowl of pasta. And if Sebastian hadn't wanted to share, he would have just waited to let him know he was home. But he hadn't. God, now he felt a little stupid for how he'd acted. Or was he stupid for thinking Sebastian had planned this? Confusing.

Hunter blinked up suddenly at the mention of a girlfriend, actually surprised Sebastian would even think that. Because girlfriend would imply straight and why would he be hitting on a straight guy? Unless it was all a joke and-- “N-No. No g-girlfriend,” he said with a shake of his head. “I-I’m alone.” The word he'd been looking for was ‘single’ but it hadn't come out that way. After a moment, he looked up, catching Sebastian’s eye for the first time since he'd walked in. “I-I can stay. Un-Unless you are expecting s-someone e-else?”

There was a small wave of relief that washed through Sebastian when Hunter stated he didn’t have a girlfriend. Or anyone, for that matter. Not that Sebastian would admit to it. Being relieved at that type of information was just not something Sebastian did. Hell, his usual response to “I have a boyfriend” was “Doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you.” Shaking his head slightly at himself, he turned his attention back to the conversation at hand. “No, not expecting anyone else. I was just going to watch some Netflix or something. Relax for the night.” With that, he turned back to the cabinets and pulled out a couple of bowls. “What would you like to drink? I have water, Dr. Pepper, Mountain Dew, and a few types of beer” he asked, glancing over his shoulder as he pulled open the refrigerator. As he took out the drinks, he nodded towards the large bowl of food. “Help yourself. I’m not guaranteeing it’s going to be anything spectacular, though, just so you know.”

Hunter wouldn't admit it, but he was glad to hear that Sebastian hasn't been expecting anyone else. So maybe he wasn't all that crazy for thinking this has been for him. He still wasn't entirely sure what to make of that though. No one had ever cooked him dinner before. “D-Dr. Pepper is good,” he answered a little belatedly. At the direction, he turned his attention back to the bowl on the counter. It certainly looked and smelled amazing. And the last time he'd had a home cooked meal? Again, not something to dwell on. Instead, he grabbed one of the bowls and dished out a portion before doing the same with the other. Just because he was a stammering mess didn't mean he was completely useless. Except that he didn't know where the utensils were. Or where Sebastian wanted to eat. The whole situation would have seemed entirely odd to Hunter if he allowed himself to think about it. Thankfully though, he was just going with it.

The corner of Sebastian’s lip curled up slightly as Hunter served his bowl as well. That was a bit unexpected. And really domestic. Grabbing some silverware from his drain rack he nodded towards the couch. “We can watch some Netflix if you want?” He had a smart TV so all they had to do was turn it on. “Or we can sit at the table. Either one.” Although the table wasn’t completely cleared off, odds and ends covering a corner of it. Looking over at Hunter, he smiled. “Guest’s choice.” Granted, at the table, they’d have to talk more than if they were watching something on Netflix. And he wasn’t sure Hunter was all that up for talking to him yet. Sebastian had a feeling Hunter thought he liked to talk about nothing but sex or flirting, and although he was completely up for proving him wrong, Sebastian wasn’t sure what Hunter wanted. Shifting the items in his hand, he also grabbed for a stack of napkins, before expectantly looking up at Hunter again.

Hunter held the bowls, looking over at the table at Sebastian’s words. It looked like it was used more for storage than it was for eating. Besides, the man had said he'd planned to watch some tv and this was his apartment. “Couch i-is fine,” he announced with a nod. He waited for Sebastian to lead the way into the living room before falling in line behind him. It may be his choice, but he was a guest and he would defer to Sebastian. Settling the bowls on the coffee table in front of the couch, he waited for the other man to get comfortable, knowing that some people had certain spots they preferred.

With a nod, Sebastian led the way to the couch, pausing to put the drinks, utensils and napkins down on the coffee table before settling into his usual spot on the right. Picking up the remote, he flipped the television on and switched it to Netflix. “Want to watch anything in particular? I’ve been meaning to watch the DC shows, but haven’t gotten around to it yet.” He started flipping through the available content. “Or stand up comedy? Or a movie?” Keeping his eyes focused on the tv, he surfed through category after category. Nothing was really catching his eye. “Stop me if you have any ideas.” He then got to the recently watched section. “Oh, have you seen Archer? It’s awesome” he said, pausing on the title so the description could come up for Hunter. He was trying to find something lighthearted that both of them could enjoy. But he wasn’t quite sure what Hunter’s interests were yet.

Hunter settled down on the opposite end of the couch. He honestly wasn't too sure about the protocol here. He'd never been that socially graceful and spending pretty much his entire teen years secluded from the rest of the world in a private military academy hadn't exactly helped with that any. He tilted his head to the side a little, moreso watching Sebastian than the screen. Was this really the same man that had just offered to strip for him not an hour ago? He'd gone from getting naked to dinner and Netflix just like that? Incredibly confusing.

Finally though, Hunter pulled his attention back to the tv screen and read the description. Honestly, he wasn't too terribly picky about what Sebastian put on because he was sure he wouldn't be paying much attention anyways. “I-I haven't. But it sounds g-good,” he commented, hoping that was enough for Sebastian.

Sebastian took that as a good enough answer, even if Hunter didn’t sound too confident about it. Flashing him a smile, he pressed play and picked up his bowl and fork. “It’s not exactly clean humor, I hope you don’t mind” he said, flicking his glance back towards Hunter to gauge his reaction. Sebastian wasn’t sure where Hunter drew the line. “Granted, it’s not too crass; it’s just not pg per se.” With that, he settled back into the cushions of the couch and started eating the food he made. He had been craving chicken alfredo all day, and when he took that first bite, he couldn’t help the small moan of pleasure. “Sorry” he said with a boyish grin. “I’m famished.” He turned his attention back to the show, breaking up his bites of food with a sip or two of his soda. But even as he attempted to pay attention to the show, he couldn’t help taking a glance or two at Hunter out of the corner of his eye. He wanted to say something else, but couldn’t quite figure out what. He just knew that he liked the sound of the other man’s voice, even if it came out a bit stuttery every so often.

Hunter nodded at Sebastian’s explanation of the show. Honestly, things like that didn't really bother him. Living at the Academy got so long, he'd seen and heard it all. It was just when things were directed at him, it got a little harder to handle. He'd just reached for his bowl when he heard Sebastian let out a moan. And he was thankfully he hadn't picked the food up yet because he was sure he would have dropped it. The sound sent a jolt of desire through him and his cheeks flushed just a little at having such a reaction. But he only smiled in response, knowing better than to trust his voice or his words.

Hunter settled in and turned his attention to the screen as he picked up his bowl and took a bite. Okay, now he knew why Sebastian had reacted as he had. It was amazing. So much so that he was a little lost in enjoying it for a while. But even with as delicious as the food was and as funny as the show seemed to be, he still couldn't keep his attention off of Sebastian. “This i-is amazing,” he said, hoping the man wasn't the type to get annoyed with talking during a show. “T-Thank you.”

Sebastian’s mouth was full of food as Hunter spoke, so he just turned his head towards him and gave him a wink, his lips curling up in a smile as he chewed. After he swallowed, he took a sip of his drink before responding. “Glad you think so, handsome” he said, smiling wider. “I don’t do a lot of cooking, but I’m pretty decent at boiling water and heating up premade sauce.” Sure, the chicken had been marinating in his own creation all day, but he wasn’t going to mention that. It was better to set the expectations low, so he wouldn’t have to worry about meeting them later. Shifting slightly in his seat. “Good to know you’re not vegetarian or anything, either. You’re new to town, right?” he said, taking another sip of his drink before setting the can back down. “There’s some pretty great food places by the college campus. Although they can get a bit crowded. But I think you’d like them.” Another smile, and he was digging back into bowl of pasta. “Maybe I can show you around sometime.”

Hunter's heart beat a little faster at the wink Sebastian tossed his way. How was it possible for the man to look so damn good even eating? It wasn't fair. And that smile? He ducked his head a little, taking another bite as Sebastian spoke. Nodding at the question of being new, he was a little surprised at the suggestion to show him around. Was he crazy or was Sebastian trying to hint at seeing him again? Surely this was all just in his head. Right?

Hunter took a sip of his soda, stalling for time until he had to speak again. Something so easy seemed to be so difficult around Sebastian. “M-Maybe,” he said finally, chancing a glance over at the other man. He didn't want to sound too eager, lest he be mistaken. Not to mention that the idea of being seen out in public with Sebastian...He wasn't sure how well that would go over.

Sebastian shrugged at Hunter’s answer, doing his best to act nonchalant. “Up to you, of course. You might find a better tour guide, anyway.” Shooting him another smile, he turned back to his food and the show. He had to act casual, like it wouldn’t bother him either way, even if he was a little too invested in seeing Hunter again. After all, he didn’t want to seem too eager. He was worried the dinner had been a bit too obvious as is.

Finishing off his bowl of food, he stood up. “Want some more?” he asked. “I think there’s still a good bit left.” He was still hungry. Even though he was pretty skinny for his height, the boy could eat like there was no tomorrow. And chicken alfredo was one of his favorite dishes, even if he thought his mom’s was way better than his. She made homemade sauce that was beyond words. And rather than mess it up, he just bought his at the store, knowing whatever he tried to replicate of hers would never live up.

Hunter had to check his reflex to shake his head at Sebastian’s words. Find someone better? Not likely. But he couldn't say that outloud. A few seconds later however, he was shaking his head in reply to the question. “N-No thank you. It's d-delicious, but I have to w-watch my carbs,” he said, offering a look that showed the idea of such wasn't his favorite. Still, he has worked very hard for the body he had and he wasn't going to give that up. Not even for a gorgeous man that could cook.

Sebastian quirked an eyebrow at Hunter’s words. “You’re kidding right?” Sure, Sebastian hadn’t seen Hunter naked or anything, but there was no way Hunter was even remotely out of shape. “Alright, suit yourself” he said with a shrug, turning to walk towards the kitchen. After serving up another bowl for himself, he put the rest into a tupperware and tossed it into the fridge. He then put the pans in the sink, and made his way back into the living room. Plopping back into his spot he gave Hunter another smile. “So what do you think of the show?” he asked, nodding towards the tv. He knew Archer wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea. And Hunter’s reaction would answer a few questions as to what he was into.

Hunter shook his head again at the question. He wasn't kidding. But the pasta was so good he wished that he was. There were so few things he had left in his life, but his body was one he wouldn't give up on. He watched--okay, maybe it was more like staring--as Sebastian made his way into the kitchen. It was kind of impossible not to enjoy the view. And a part of him was sure Sebastian knew that.

Hunter waited patiently on the couch, doing his best not to feel awkward the longer Sebastian was gone. But from the sound of it, the other man was cleaning up the kitchen. He should definitely help with that, but just as he moved to get up from the couch, Sebastian reappeared with a full bowl and a smile. That smile...It took a few seconds for him to realize there has been a question and he blinked a few times to get his focus back. “O-Oh, umm…” he looked back at the screen. “I-I’ve honestly not seen a-a lot of cartoons. B-But I like it. Definitely f-funny.”

“You didn’t watch cartoons growing up?” Sebastian asked, taking a bite of his food. Hopefully Hunter wouldn’t find questions like that too intrusive. So far, he seemed like a pretty private guy. Hell, Sebastian lived in the same building as he did, and had no idea which apartment was his. But childhood memories should be fairly safe to talk about, right? Well, not all of them. Sebastian himself had quite a few that he would rather never mention again. “I loved Nickalodeon and Cartoon Network as a kid. Especially Johnny Bravo.” Setting his bowl down, he turned to Hunter and pulled a comb out of his back pocket, doing his best Johnny Bravo impression “You look pretty, I look pretty, why don’t we go home and just stare at each other?” Letting out a small laugh at himself, he put the comb back away. “Please tell me you at least know who I’m talking about?”

The question caught Hunter a little by surprise, but an answer was tumbling out before he could stop himself. “N-Not really. M-My p-parents...I r-read a lot and-and got into sports e-early,” he explained, reaching for his drink to have something to do other than talk. Why had he just said that out loud? He was so not good at talking about himself. His brow arched up high as he watched Sebastian over the rim of his soda can, doing his best not to laugh with his mouth full. “U-Uh, no. I don't,” he admitted, though the amusement was clear in his voice. Gorgeous, a good cook, and now making him laugh? There had to be a big catch here...

Sebastian nodded at Hunter’s response. “Yeah, I played a lot of sports growing up, too. But I always made time for Saturday cartoons.” Yet, at Hunter’s next response, his mouth fell open and he instantly grabbed for the remote. “You’re serious?” Turning Archer off, he went back to the search field. He knew Johnny Bravo was on Netflix at some point; he had rewatched it all. But it didn’t seem to be there anymore. Flicking to Hulu, and then to Amazon Prime, he let out a small, frustrated growl when he couldn’t find it on any of his subscription services. “Well, you need to watch it. Johnny is amazing. A total lady’s man, even if he’s a bit full of himself. He’s got giant muscles, a giant quiff, and is always wearing black shirts and black shades. He’s iconic.” Grinning at Hunter, he turned the television back to Archer.

Hunter's eyes widened at little and he couldn't help but laugh out loud a bit at Sebastian’s reaction. Clearly the man really loved this cartoon. That was sort of endearing as he definitely hadn't pegged Sebastian as the cartoon type. Nor the sentimental/nostalgic type. Maybe he was about more than just sex. And then as if on cue with his thoughts, the other man let out a bit of a growl and it was impossible to deny that it was hot as fuck.

Hunter shook his head and looked away for a moment, hoping it would be enough to cover the slight blush of his cheeks in the moment. They were talking cartoons and still Sebastian managed to make him blush. How was that possible? “Y-Yeah. I’ll do that s-sometime,” he said, distracted by Sebastian’s smile again.

Sebastian gave Hunter a small nod as he took another bite of his food. As he swallowed, he looked back at him again. “So you said you played sports growing up? What type?” It was obvious the other guy worked out. Hunter even seemed to care if he ate too many carbs. So sports and exercise made perfect sense. “I was the captain of my lacrosse team, personally. Although I wouldn’t have minded playing basketball or soccer, either. But I was way too skinny for football.” He would’ve been creamed in football, even if he was super quick. Lacrosse was already challenging enough with how rough it could get. He took another sip of his drink, before digging back in for more food, looking up at Hunter expectantly, the tv all but forgotten in the background.

Hunter wasn't entirely caught off guard by the question this time. And it wasn't as...touchy a subject as before either. Sports was definitely something he could talk about. “I r-ran track and was captain of the s-swim team. T-Then baseball….I-I wasn't big enough for football until my s-second year at the a-academy, though. I played u-until I g-graduated,” he explained, doing his best not to stutter and stammer too badly. He was sure it was annoying for Sebastian because it was surely so for him. He looked over at the other man and laughed. “Y-You have...ummm…” He wiped his finger just above his lip to indicate that Sebastian had sauce on his face.

“That oddly makes sense” Sebastian said, letting his gaze flick over Hunter’s body before focusing back on his face with a smile. That is, until Hunter pointed out that he had sauce on his face. He laughed, licking his upper lip and shaking his head at himself, slightly embarrassed by the blunder but doing his best to laugh it off. “Thanks.” Setting his now empty bowl back down, he turned back to Hunter. “What position was your favorite?” he asked, naturally asking about football, even though his eyes gleamed mischievously. It had been a while since he had said anything remotely sexual, and he couldn’t help the double entendre. Over half an hour had to be some sort of record for him, right? And Hunter could easily ignore the implication, or miss it all together. “Receiver of some sort?”

Hunter sort of regretted drawing attention to the sauce on Sebastian’s face as he watched it being licked away. He'd been so dazzled by the smile that he hadn't paid attention to the lips before. Or the tongue. And now that he was thinking about them...He shifted on the couch and little, his gaze immediately going to anything that wasn't Sebastian’s mouth and it took a moment for him to realize there has been a question asked. What were they talking about again? Football. Positions. “O-O-Oh…” Damn it. Hunter cleared his throat and tried again. “I h-have been a r-receiver before. T-T-Tight end. Q-Quaterback is m-my favorite though.”

Sebastian’s smirk found it’s home once again on his lips, his eyes taking in the somewhat dazed expression on Hunter’s face. Was Hunter actually checking him out? Well damn. Maybe he hadn’t been wrong about Hunter’s sexuality after all. “Tight end, hm? And quarterback? Seems like you like to switch positions.” All such innocent talk. Even though Sebastian knew he would be thinking about it all night once Hunter left. “Quarterback seems pretty hard, having to aim your ball right through the hole to the receiver. Especially while getting roughed up by a bunch of large dudes at the same time.” He licked his lips, eyes dancing with his amusement. Yep, definitely going to be thinking about this conversation well into the night.

Hunter shrugged a little at Sebastian’s comment. “S-sometimes, yes. But I-I mostly just go w-where I'm needed. It's a-always good to have a versatile p-player on your team.” That was about as close as he could come to bragging now. Back at the Academy though, it had been a different story. The same for the irritating stutter Sebastian seemed to bring out in him. He reached for his soda as the other man spoke and it took the length of his long sip to realize that maybe Sebastian was talking about more than just football. Oh God.

Hunter's cheeks burned bright red as he did his best to not choke on the soda as he swallowed and replaced the can on the coffee table. “N-Not that d-difficult,” was all he could manage to get out.

“Versatility definitely comes in handy.” Especially in the bedroom. But Sebastian knew better than to say that out loud. Especially since it seemed Hunter was starting to catch on to his innuendos, based on the color of his cheeks. “Need another drink?” he said with a nod to the can of soda in Hunter’s hands. Before he could answer, Sebastian was picking up their bowls and heading back into the kitchen, if only to give Hunter a bit of space. He set the bowls in the sink and turned on the water to start rinsing them out. Once they were filled, he shut the water off and looked over at Hunter from behind the counter. “I have ice cream, too, if you want any dessert. Or oreos.” He loved oreos. Especially with a large glass of ice cold milk. Mmm. “What do you think?” he asked Hunter, stepping towards the freezer. “Ice cream choices are cookie dough and plain chocolate.”

All Hunter could do was shake his head no at the question. Honestly, it wasn't so much the innuendo that bothered him. It was the fact that it was directed at him. And even then, bother wasn't the right word. Flustered, maybe? He really wasn't used to anyone flirting or being that forward so he just didn't know how to handle it. Especially not when it was coming from someone as unfairly gorgeous as Sebastian.

Hunter looked up at the mention of dessert, but after considering it for a moment he knew that that much sugar wouldn't be a good thing considering what he'd had throughout the day. “N-No thank you. Pasta h-has me stuffed,” he replied, not wanting to mention the eating habits behind it. He didn't want to come off as one of those types.

Sebastian closed the freezer without grabbing anything, switching to the fridge instead to get a bottle of water, before heading back to the living room. Taking a seat on the couch again, he turned to Hunter. “What were we talking about?” he asked. “Oh, right. Sports.” With a sly smile, he sunk into the cushions of the couch and opened his bottle of water, taking a long gulp while keeping his eyes on Hunter. He hadn’t been this interested in someone in a long time. Since high school, really. And he couldn’t quite put his finger on why. Hunter just seemed… different. And it was intriguing him enough to want to know more. “Anyways. What stroke did you swim? Or did you not really have a favorite?”

Hunter felt a little bad when Sebastian returned empty handed. He hadn't meant to keep the other man from enjoying something sweet with his refusal. But he felt too awkward to point it out for the moment. Shifting over a little as Sebastian sat back down, he turned to look at him, taking time to notice the small beauty marks dusted on his skin. And before he could stop himself, he was wondering if they were all over…

Hunter blinked at the question, trying to get his head back into the conversation. Swimming, swimming strokes. That's what they were talking about. “Freestyle i-is my favorite. It's a-also the fastest s-stroke so it w-won a lot of competitions. I-I think that's part of-of how I became c-captain.”

Sebastian kept his gaze steadily on Hunter, taking in the flicker of his eyes along his neck, and the slightly glazed expression on his face. What had he been thinking about? Maybe something not so innocent? His smile grew at the thought, but he continued with the conversation, despite wanting to steer it back towards innuendo. “That makes sense. I'm not much of a swimmer myself, even though I've been told I have the body for it. I just never really tried competitively, you know? I was too caught up in lacrosse and having fun to try it out.” He shrugged, taking a sip of his water. “I knew-” slept with “-a bunch of guys on my high school team, though. Well, one of my high schools, at least. They were pretty great. I went to a few of the competitions. Butterfly looks like the hardest stroke. Is that true?”

Hunter bit his lip lightly at Sebastian’s comment about his body, turning to face the screen for a second to hide the action. Maybe he couldn’t help his reactions, but he could at least attempt to disguise them. He was so very awkward and was definitely out of his depths here. Still, the other man had seemed to tame his forwardness a bit so it made his urges to run a little less urgent. He nodded at the question. “I-It is very hard to-to learn and it takes a l-lot more energy than y-you w-would think.” He took a long sip from his soda can to allow time for him to think of more to keep the conversation going. “The a-academy didn’t have a-a swim team though, so-so I haven’t swam in a w-while,” he admitted with a small shrug. A part of Hunter missed it, but it was what it was and he didn’t like to dwell on it.

Sebastian nodded, taking another sip of his water. “That sucks that they didn’t. I haven’t played lacrosse since high school, so I get what you mean. Kinda miss it, you know?” With an understanding smile, he continued on. “Did you ever play water polo?” he asked, taking another long look up and down Hunter’s frame. “That’s probably my favorite thing to watch on the Olympics. That and the girls gymnastics. Those girls are impressive. Did you watch any of the olympics last year?” Why he felt like he had to ask so many questions, he wasn’t sure. But at least he was showing Hunter that he could carry on a normal conversation every so often.

Hunter offered Sebastian a small smile, though he wasn't sure if he should be happy or worried that the man had more or less heard what he hadn't said. The mention of women's gymnastics caught him a little by surprise. Was Sebastian interested in women? And if he was, why had he been hitting so hard on him? So confusing. He shook his head at the question though. “N-No. I don't w-watch a lot of tv if-if I'm honest.” Truth be told, he rarely could afford the luxury of cable, but he wouldn't admit it. It didn't bother him much though because he'd never really watched much growing up so he hadn't gotten used to it.

“Oh? Then what do you do in your spare time, when you’re not fixing pipes and working out?” Sebastian asked, eyebrow raised. “Cause you clearly work out.” Sending him a wink, Sebastian took a long sip from his water bottle. “Have you been to the gym in the building? It’s pretty small, but it’s got all the basics. I’m down there pretty often if you ever want someone to spot you or anything.” Sure, Sebastian really just wanted to see Hunter in action, all sweaty and intense. He was curious just how well those muscles worked. But it was always a good idea to have a spotter when using free weights. And since Hunter wasn’t from around the area… Well, logic dictated that Sebastian was the easiest and most logical choice.

Hunter ducked his head to hide his nervous smile at the wink. And they were back to flirting again. God this man was so confusing. But he was doing his best to keep up. “I like to-to read. And I d-draw on occasion. I'm not used to a l-lot of down time, so…” he gave a shrug, not sure what else to say really. He ran his hand over his bicep at the comment about him working out. He couldn't pretend that it wasn't nice to have someone notice his hard work, flirting or otherwise. “I've seen i-it,” he said, settling back against the couch a little. “It's okay, but I-I plan to get a m-membership at a real gym c-close by soon though.” In truth, the gym downstairs wasn't that impressive, but knowing that Sebastian was there made it more appealing.

“You draw?” Sebastian said, intrigued. Personally, he didn’t have an artistic bone in his body. He was lucky if people could tell his stick figures were meant to be people. So, whenever he ran into someone who was talented in that way, he couldn’t help but have a twinge of jealousy. “What style of drawing?” he asked. “Like, realistic or cartoons or what?” Nodding at Hunter’s comment on the gym, he shrugged a shoulder. “Yeah, as I said it’s pretty basic. But free is free, so you can’t complain too much. But there are a few gym options around here. LA Fitness, Lifetime, or Planet Fitness, for the bigger named ones. I think there are a few smaller ones, but at that point you might as well just stick to the one downstairs.”

Hunter nodded, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Realistic. But i-it’s nothing amazing o-or anything. Just something to d-do,” he said with a shrug, really not wanting to make a big deal about it. Honestly, he'd never really told anyone about his drawing and he definitely hadn't shown his work to anyone. He took in the information about the local gyms, making a note to check in to them when he got a chance.

It took a few moments to realize that the room was quiet and he turned his attention back to the tv screen. The “Are you still watching?” message had appeared from Netflix. Had they really been talking that long? A clock up on the wall nearby told him that was definitely the case. “Is-Is it really that late?” Hunter asked, turning back to Sebastian as he nodded towards the clock.

Sebastian looked over at the screen when Hunter’s attention changed to it. Dang Netflix and their judgement of how many episodes a person could watch at a time. “Yeah, I guess it is” Sebastian said, pulling out his phone and flashing the screen at Hunter to confirm the time, completely forgetting about his background being a shirtless male model in underwear. “I guess I stole your whole night, hm?” he said, pocketing the phone with a smile. “Sorry for that. Although I can’t say I actually mean that.” Another wink flew Hunter’s direction. “I guess you probably have to get up pretty early for work, yeah?” He knew from experience that maintenance could come as early as 8 am.

Hunter looked over at the time, not at all missing the nearly naked man as Sebastian’s background. That would definitely be nice to see every time he looked at his phone. Not that he himself would ever do something like that. Too risky. He laughed lightly at Sebastian’s words and pushed up from the couch, just in time to catch the wink. “I'm u-usually up around 5:30 am,” he said as he picked up his empty soda can and moved to take it to the kitchen. It was odd, but a part of him didn't want to leave even though he knew that he absolutely should. He hadn't meant to stay so long.

“Yuck” Sebastian said. “I don’t know how you’d do that. I can barely make myself get out of bed at 7:30.” Sebastian wasn’t really a morning person. In fact, his job was the only reason he woke up as early as he did during the week. He’d much rather sleep in. But the bills weren’t going to pay themselves, and office jobs, in his experience, paid better than others. Picking up his water bottle, he followed Hunter into the kitchen. “You have your pliers, right?” he said with a grin. “Wouldn’t want to have to coerce you into another dinner again.” Not that he minded in the slightest. “You should let me know when you work out next. Maybe I’ll join you.” That is, if Hunter wanted him there.

Hunter laughed lightly at Sebastian’s reaction. The other man definitely wouldn't have lasted in the Academy for long. He dropped his can into the trash bin and gave a nod, patting his back pocket to make sure that he had his pliers this time. Then again, maybe he wouldn't have been entirely opposed to coming back. But he wouldn't say as much. He laughed again at Sebastian’s suggestion as he started to move towards the door. “I work out every morning from 6 am to 7 am. Shower and then work at 7:45,” he explained. Sadly, he was sure Sebastian wouldn't join him because of the times, but maybe he would figure something out.

Sebastian tried not to make a face at the times Hunter mentioned. “Well, maybe you’ll see me down there one morning. I’ll be the one in the muscle shirt and shorts” he said with a wink. He’d have to set a few extra alarms in order to ensure that he woke up in time. But to see Hunter all sweaty and working out, Sebastian was pretty sure it would be worth the hour and a half loss of sleep. Walking Hunter to the door, he opened it. “What floor do you live on, by the way?” Not that he was going to stalk him or anything. He was simply curious.

Hunter highly doubted that he would see Sebastian in the gym that early in the morning, but he wasn't about to point that out. The gym was always empty at that time, not that he minded in the least. Still, he was maybe a little sorry he wouldn't get to see that outfit. He made his way to the door, stepping aside as Sebastian opened it. The question did catch him a little off guard as he stepped out into the hall. “O-Oh. Um…” It wasn't like he could keep it a secret forever. “T-this one,” Hunter admitted, looking down the hall towards his own apartment. “Thank y-you for dinner. I-I enjoyed it.”

“Oh really?” Sebastian drawled, his eyebrows raised, thinking back to the time they were on the elevator together. Odd that Hunter hadn’t gotten off at that time. Or maybe he was just too nervous to be around Sebastian at that time. “I guess elevator rides together are bound to be more often, then.” Smirking at the thought, he nodded. “Anytime. I enjoyed it, too.” Taking a step closer, Sebastian put his hand on the edge of the door, right above Hunter’s head. “Maybe we can do it again sometime” he said, his eyes flicking to Hunter’s lips for a moment before meeting his gaze again, his voice becoming softer.

Hunter did his best not to think of the prospect of more elevator rides with Sebastian. He wasn't sure he could handle that at the moment. He'd almost turned to start heading home when Sebastian moved forward and he froze a little, unsure of what to expect. It was impossible not to notice just how close the other man's hand was to him. And he definitely didn't miss the way Sebastian’s eyes moved over him. Okay, the man was definitely flirting with him this time. “U-Uh, s-s-sure,” he managed to stutter out finally.

Leaning forward even more, closing a bit of the gap between them, Sebastian smiled. “Good. I’d hate to not see you again. Especially since we live so close together.” There was only mere inches between them now. Yet- Sebastian paused. He still hadn’t gotten a clear read on Hunter’s sexuality. Sure, there definitely felt like there was something between them. But Sebastian didn’t want to risk jumping to conclusions and getting a black eye in return. Although, Hunter wasn’t exactly backing away… A question in his eyes, Sebastian waited.

There was no question now in Hunter's mind that Sebastian was coming on to him. And what's more it didn't seem to be just general flirting. There was intent behind it. And the man was so close to him now...He glanced down the hallway quickly, checking to see if anyone was around, but it seemed to be empty. His mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do. Did he kiss him? It seemed kind of odd considering...But he couldn't deny that he did want to do it. But then again…

Before he could stop himself, Hunter's hand was on Sebastian’s shoulder and he pushed him back into the apartment a few steps--just in case someone did come down the hall. And then, without a word, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Sebastian’s.

Sebastian followed Hunter’s gaze as he turned to look at the empty hallway. Was he trying to figure a way out of kissing him without being rude? But before Sebastian could say anything, he was being forced back a few steps into the apartment and Hunter’s lips were against his. Instantly, Sebastian met the kiss, his hands gripping into Hunter’s shoulder and pulling him closer. Well this was definitely unexpected. After all the stammering and blushing, Sebastian would’ve never thought Hunter would make the first big move. Not that he was complaining in the least. Pressing into Hunter harder, Sebastian’s hand started sliding down Hunter’s back, inching towards the hem so he could get rid of it and feel some of the skin beneath.

For as nerve-wracking as the decision had been, once Hunter's lips touched Sebastian’s, he threw himself into the decision, kissing the other man deeply. One hand went up to wrap around Sebastian’s neck as the other moved down to grip the man's hip. God it had been way, way too fucking long since he'd kissed anyone. And he was sure he'd never been lucky enough to get someone as unfairly gorgeous as Sebastian. Instinct started to take over though as he shifted a bit, moving to put Sebastian’s back against the wall. His mouth pulled away from the other man's as he kissed his way down Sebastian’s neck.

Well damn. If Sebastian had known Hunter was this into kissing, he would’ve made a move way earlier in the night. He had been playing it cool, actually talking and giving Hunter space the whole night. But with the way Hunter was kissing him back and pressing him up against his wall, Sebastian was worrying for nothing. Letting out a small groan, Sebastian’s fingers found the edge of Hunter’s shirt and started tugging it upwards, his other hand instantly resting on the small of his back. He kissed him deeper, lust coursing throughout his body. How far would Hunter be willing to go?

Hunter nipped at Sebastian’s neck, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough that the other man would know it. He pressed his body against Sebastian’s, his hand moving to tangle in the man's hair. The groan was music to his ears and he dragged his mouth back up to claim Sebastian’s again in a deep kiss. And then he felt the man's hand on his skin. It took a few seconds, but finally his mind caught up to just exactly what was happening. And then panic set in.

What was he doing? Without warning, Hunter pulled back from Sebastian, his eyes wide at the realization of what he'd just done. Oh God. Oh God! “I-I-I-I….I-I'm s-s-sorry,” he barely managed. But before Sebastian could even respond, he turned and slipped out of the door, doing his best not to run down the hall.

Sebastian let out another small moan at the feeling of Hunter’s lips on his neck. That was his one weak spot, and Hunter had found it on the first try. It appeared Hunter wasn’t nearly as shy as Sebastian thought. But it seemed that thought came too soon. One second, Sebastian was going to get rid of Hunter’s shirt completely, the next, Hunter was practically bolting down the hall. What the hell just happened? He hadn’t been too aggressive with his hands, had he? Letting out a shaky breath, he closed his apartment door and leaned against the wall. Welp. Hopefully he didn’t royally fuck everything up.

Hunter barely stopped in time to keep from running straight into his apartment door and his hands shook as he pushed his key into the lock. After what seemed like forever, the door was open. He slipped inside and all but slammed it closed again, pressing his back against the cool wood. Oh God, what the fuck had he just done? He barely knew Sebastian! Yet it hadn't stopped him from...He was so fucked. This was such a good job, he didn't want to have to move again. It was getting so old. Maybe Sebastian wouldn't tell anyone...That seemed unlikely. The man struck him as the type that liked to brag. Great job. Well, maybe….Maybe he couldn’t just avoid Sebastian for a while. Surely the man would forget all about him soon enough. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan. Just avoid until Sebastian forgot him. Or outed him. Whichever came first.

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